aurora borealis- noun plural: An aurora that occurs in northern regions of the earth. Also called northern lights.

In the middle of a dense forest of coniferous trees lies the Aurora Borealis pack, its name coming from its location. At certain times of the year, the northern lights appear, dancing almost magically in the sky. A narrow trail leads you through the close evergreens. Giving into temptation, you begin moving your paws. By venturing into this territory, you are venturing into a land belonging to a pair of feared leaders. You have heard rumors of them...but you decide to take your chances and hope that the tales of blood and death are merely fabricated stories to scare wolves.

You have walked nearly five minutes before you realize the sound of paws stepping somewhere from behind. Deciding that you've made a mistake, you quickly turn around, but find that you cannot go any further. Standing before you is one of the mighty kings you've heard of. His blood red pelt clings over perfectly toned bands of muscle. But that isn't what causes such fear in your veins. One of his amber eyes has a horrid, bleeding scar across it, and his good eye seems to stare right through you. His face is expressionless, giving off none of his intentions. You cower away as his jaws part.

"I'm Hell Demon."

His voice was deep and cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Right where he left off, another voice picks up from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself facing another male with steely muscles beneath his pelt, which seems to consist of every shade of brown. He had startled you, and you're amazed how you hadn't at all detected his approach.

"And I am Ghost...we're the alphas of Aurora Borealis."

His deep voice was laced thickly with a Native American accent. His own golden eyes are directing a harsh glare your way. Now you're caught in the middle...your breathing has become heavy in your panic and you're not sure which to face.

"You've foolishly trespassed into our territory. You face the one called Hell Demon's whose voice is once more addressing you. Get out, or become a corpse along our border."

It's obvious they mean business. So now it's up to you...take your chances and stay, or heed their warning and waste no time getting out with your life.

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[While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, crying to the moon, “If only, if only.”]

I do not believe in fate, one true love, or any of these wild notions that keep creatures living for the darkness of their dreams. I, not to be a pompous bitch but it is simply true, have loved many. The throbbing in my heart for Kalgalath is nothing unordinary; he is a feral comfort that I yearn for when my pack instincts kick in. He is the reassurance of shared history and the easy look of the self-confident (if a bit brooding) knight, all rolled up in one convenient package. No, Kal is made special because I choose him. He is a good wolf—steadfast, loyal, and intelligent—but I take him into my memory, into my heart. It is my doing that validates his existence.

All he can do is ask questions, “Where did you come from, how did you get here, why are you here?” Is it so much to want that easy acceptance of my own existence? Are we too separate, too unknown, to marinate in this silence any longer? Damn, damn this hurt and broken Kalgalath, this uncertain fiend—do I treat him with the truth or a lie?

I make an executive decision, sliding my shoulders until I am hunched towards the ground; I am unthreatening, cautious, comforting. My best self when I am with him. “I heard about Zig, Kalgalath. But I heard about this madness is fragments, and I knew from the first rumor that I needed to hear the story from you.” I trace the contours of his face, his fine maw, laced with tension and reservation, and with a gentle nod intone, “I knew you’d need to tell it to someone who will hear it with fresh ears and evaluate it with fresh eyes.” Eyes. Our one commonality. Besides, perhaps, our stupidity.

So I lied to him, so what! Come get me fate, karma, Pandora! I am done being a pompous bitch (for the moment) and I have loved many. It does not make me evil that I may be using Kalgalath, it makes me smart, it keeps me sane. I do love him, I always will. I choose him. But I have loved many, and he holds the key to three pieces of my heart.

I miss Adara. I hold out no hope for Aindreas, and I have been sorely disappointed in my entitled son Rohan, but all three of their absences are my self-destruction. I chose to love them too, oh fate. So tell me again how we are all destined for one lover; how supernatural forces trump nature. I’d sooner be locked into this fatal attraction with Kalgalath than carry the wounds any longer of an incorrectly built mother who loves wolves (plural) and pays the price for it.

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