I am the youngest in proud and strong family bloodline. Technically my brother Evero was the youngest since he was the second one to be born, but I was the youngest girl. Fourth one to be exact. Yet I am the best out of all my parents litter. I mean look at me. I carry my Father’s size, my Grandmother’s golden marks along my head. My Mother graced me with the Angelic mark and the similar mark along her back that made her quite noticeable among the other white wolves within the land. Though in my eyes I carry that of both my parents, those deep blue eyes flecked with an intense shade of violet remained locked on the white’s eyes of the visitor. I am a proud and perfect specimen as I hear from my Grandfather all the time. I never understood the importance of my title as ‘Princess’ but as I get older and my mind continues to be influenced by such an egotistical wolf I cannot help, but feel as if I am some sort of great wolf that is expected to achieve greatness. One day I will be remembered. One day I will be something great to all wolves…at least I hope so. Always I wanted to be the Guardian Angel and right now I am training for that role along with doing the secretive training of being as Assassin with my aging patriarch. As he speaks his tongue is quite different and I may have interpreted it wrongly. My golden crown lifts upwards slightly as I sit a bit straighter than before. My voice is calm and firm humility and fact laced with my words- I am not speaking with a threating tone, but it whispers a promise to him and any other- that peace will always be here in this garden of Eden…so long as I or any other Angel is around.

“If you are here to start a war you should be warned that our pack never lost, and my parents never lost a fight. And one day such discussions will be addressed to me. Whoever dares to threaten me or my own will be severely punished and regret their lapse of judgment.”
I am built to be a force to reckon with. Yet with brawn comes brain. It is best to have both than focus only on one. I was named after an Angel, the second of the new Archangels. My name speaks that I will be a master of War, but also a master of Peace. Should any of the pack call for me I will be there. I was born to lead and born to protect. My aspiration is to be a true Angel- a Guardian Angel be that with the rank or as the Alpha of Diveen. As the equally white wolf, dusted with grey, begins to speak once more I cannot help but tilt my head to the side. My tail sways side to side in a subtle eager manner. Lifting myself on all fours I proudly stand the crimson flame upon my chest fluffed out a bit.

“Gods of Gods? So…you are like us? Mother, Grandfather, and the rest of my family are considered Angels. This mark and my snowy white pelt proclaims I have the blood and title.”

There is a spark of joy in my voice as I say this. I know that some may think we are mere wolves, but we are not ordinary wolves. We are special. We have a higher calling. It is his mention of thunderstorms that lights up my eyes. I have always loved thunderstorms. I loved playing in the puddles when I was smaller, getting all muddy and tracking the mud throughout my Mother’s den. Of course I always got scolded for bringing in the mud and being all messy, the warnings that my pelt would be stained forever if I continued getting dirty did not faze me. The rain brought with it the lightning shows. I remember staying up way past my bedtime to watch them dance across the skies, with Mother and Father watching with me. I always did enjoy being curled up between them. Sometimes I’ve been going back to them every once in a while we I get a terrible nightmare about that day that occurred a year ago. I bring myself to a sitting position once more my head tilting again in a curious manner, my voice carrying with it an eager enquiry.

“I do love thunderstorms Zeus. Do you think one day, maybe after winter is done and spring comes you could make a storm? I always did like watching the lightning dance across the skies and the roar of thunder causing the earth to shake under my paws.”

It is the familiar scent of my Father that causes me to tear my eyes away from Zeus and towards the familiar black hulking figure of my Father. Dipping my head to go under his I nuzzle him gently my tail swaying side to side. I hadn’t seen him I awhile. Grandfather telling me I had to leave everyone behind and focus on myself and the task at hand. Yet I am allowed to cherish these moments with him…before I kick his butt in practice. Brightly I speak his name before I turn my focus back on Zeus allowing our guest to explain himself.

“Father…”