I have been quite the busy pup. Ever since I was born I was always wanting to go out and about in this world and make something of myself. I would try to sneak away from Mother, but somehow she always managed to catch me. Even when I knew I was perfectly silent, well, almost. I mean Arkane was always in my way. Each time I would slip past him he would whine and get all huffy about me ruining his nap. He was not one that took pleasure in breaking Mother’s rules. Nope. He would just lay in the den and squeal on me. What brother of mine would ever do such a thing? A jealous one. Yes, I think I was just too far perfect and he was jealous of me. We weren’t ever really close. We were complete opposites. He never bothered to hang out with me, he never bothered to stick around. He just left me. I was hurt, but I got over it. He didn’t need me and I didn’t need him. We may be siblings, the last litter of Isola and Kane, but you wouldn’t think we were so very distant. In fact I remember he never came to me when Grandfather Devil attacked me. The back of my neck carries extremely faint scars, my flank carrying no trace of the teeth that Devil used on me. Ever since that terrible fateful day I’ve always had nightmares. A pup like me was dying to move out of the den and I was the one that would slip into my parents den at night to try and get some sort of sleep, without anyone in the pack knowing. I never wanted to be seen as weak by any of my peers and so I sought after Grandfather Heyel and asked him to make me an assassin.

I am his last student. Achilles may have been a student the same time as me, but since he was before me I get to hold that honorable title as the last student of Heyel’s. Save the best for last, right? I did everything I could to become the best assassin. I am an Angel, I am of Isola and Kane, and I was born to do great things. My puppyhood was cut extremely short. While others my age were learning to hunt or just fooling around. I was learning how to stalk, to track, to hide and blend with my surroundings. I was instructed on the best ways to kill anyone, or anything, be that from my own tooth and claw, traps, or poison. I have grown into my massive paws and I have become a perfect war machine. The Angel line spared me without any glorious trait, well, except for making me look to boyish, but my Mother’s features help me shape into an attractive girl. No male has yet sought for my paw. Unlike the Prince of Taviora, he has been around my Sister’s paw, Shiloh, for so long I am surprised it has taken him this long to come to my parents. As an assassin I was told I may have to give up on some things, like starting a family. I cannot see myself becoming a Mother. My own Mother may not be pleased to hear such things, but she has other children that can bare her grandchildren.

I have been spending much of my time as possible with Grandfather. I know his time is slowly coming, but he is not accepting it and I will not either. I treat him as if he will always be around even though I know it is wrong. I will always be close to him just in case. I love him dearly. He is my favorite wolf to be around and really, he sort of was the only wolf I was ever around. Sure I saw some of my siblings and my parents, but I was really under Heyel’s paws. When Mother found out I had been training she attempted to ‘ground m,’ but I warned her that her own Father could do it too. My own Father had helped hide my training and when Mother found out she was not very happy with Father and Grandfather. I think she has accepted it now. Her baby girl, her last daughter, is capable of great things. With me being busy I have not bothered to think about my own litter mate. So it is when I catch his familiar scent on the autumn wind I move swiftly and silently like a ghost in his direction.

It has been years since I have seen him and he has grown. I peer through the underbrush my snowy white frame covered by cleverly with the trees. I have learned how to use my color coat to my advantage. Amazing what happens when you take the time to learn. As he moves I stay still and move when I think it is right. I am downwind so my scent he will not catch. I stalk him as if he is my prey. My massive paws hold no sound as I move. It is when he is distracted by the sounds of song birds that I move in for my kill. Swiftly I move, my snowy paws light, and my massive frame collides into his own as my teeth search for his scruff. Roughly I hold on to it and swing my head side to side in a roguish, but playful manner, using my massive frame to my advantage. I carry Father’s blood and I am nothing more than a well-trained oiled tank that no one can really knock down. As soon as his body crashes to the floor my jaws clamp over his nose for a few seconds, standing over him, I allow my tail to sway side to side in a friendly manner. Unclasping his muzzle I raise my golden crown proudly, my mark along my back similar to Mother’s seems to shine brighter in the sun, my crimson chest puffed out proudly, as I stand over my brother. My bright deep blue eyes widen, those flecks of violet and gold in them hold nothing but care, as I boldly speak to my brother, looking down upon him.

“Nice to see you have finally come home, Brother.”