Once again my opinion is not taken into consideration. Father wishes me to be something he is not. Yet I am not even so sure I want the title or not. They say Angels are what they are due to their bloodline. The name is not necessary a title one can earn, but one can only be born into. I can only assume that would be the same for Demons. Father is a Demon, I mean he was born to be one, but is his pack doesn’t recognize him as one…to me it is not fair. If blood says he is a Demon then it must be, but I guess there is just something about him that makes him unable to be called such a thing. It is painful to see him weak. It is embarrassing to know that he will always cower to any wolf. To know that I came from such a creature is quite troubling, but I guess that is why I was blessed to have come from my Mother. She corrects all his flaws in me. Though I am not proud to be her daughter either. I know what she does when she lurks in the shadows. I had seen her attack some wolf. It was a Mother, protecting her two grown pups, but she didn’t survive after Mother attacked her. I know killing another wolf does not bother her, but it bothers me. Perhaps that is one flaw from my Father that Mother could never fix. I guess I don’t really know what I am supposed to be like. There are things that I like about my parents and some traits that I despise. How am I to know which way I am supposed to go?

I know there is hardly a chance for me to be considered a high ranking member within this pack. I mean Mother isn’t a member of the pack and Father is hardly considered a member. He just lives on the outskirts, he is the lowest of the low. I am the daughter of a loner and a servitor. Blood is important, at least, that is what others make it out to be. I’m not a Demon so I guess I can’t carry a very high rank, but maybe I can try for a decent one. I doubt I’d be able to make it to a lower place on Council, but it would be nice. I mean I wouldn’t really be some sort of big shot, but I could at least have a comfortable spot and not be near my Father’s rank. Maybe others in the pack will be okay with me as a low ranking Council member, but I do not think they will agree to me being called a ‘Demon.’ As I stand here and watch my Father attempt not to cower the stench of his fear overwhelms me and I can hardly stand to look at him much less then breathe. For each time I inhale that terrible odor aggravates me to know end. As I sit here and watch my Father request such a scandalous thing all I can feel is sadness and bitterness. Why must he ask on my behalf? Why can he not make something of himself. If he has the confidence to step out of bounds and ask our Alpha such a sensitive thing…then why can’t he stick up for himself.

Raising my ebony crown, the crimson diamond shaped mark seems to glow a brighter shade underneath the pale moon. My bright violet eyes, speckled with the ice blue of my Father, shift back and forth between the two males. I may have been forced to be a part of this pack, and I will make do with it, but I want to set my own terms. I will always be ordered around. I know my place. I am not meant to be an Alpha, I am not meant to be a leader, but I can follow and this is something that I can do, always. But I do not think I can follow this. I am a wolf. We are honorable creatures. To me this looks like a shady deal. Father is asking the Alpha to allow me to cheat, to be something that I was not meant to be. Maybe I was supposed to be a Demon, but I do not rightly know. I just know that I am a bit lost. I’ve always been lost. As my jaw lowers, I keep my voice soft as I look to my Alpha and then to my Father. I am not sure how they will react, but I hope Father can see that he is cheating the system and I do not wish to be branded for such a thing…I already carry the mark of a child from a Servitor. I just hope my Alpha understands that I do not wish to add another shameful mark on myself.

“Asking to be called such a thing…is not right. Mother was not a Demon, and you Father, are not one either, therefore my blood is not worth that honor. Thank you Father for trying, but I think it would be shameful for me to have a title when I do not deserve it.”

I am not sure if they will listen, but at least I was able to respectfully say my piece. I just hope they understand.