The land of Diveen was carved and made on this Earth to be the homes of Angels. It was peaceful there. So very tranquil and quaint. The pack thrived on the peace and the prosperity we had. It wasn’t that we were entitled it was the hard work of generations before me that made it so. My Grandfather established a very strong pack and he worked on keeping it that way. Mother took over and maintained it and the pack only grew larger as did our family. I have been told numerous of times that there were many that came, but Mother and Father always prevailed. Why, when I was born, I was a victory litter – born after Mother defeated Purge for a final time. I was destined to be something great. Within those lands, within that warm cave, life allowed me to live and Fate bathed me with her mark – I being the only one out of her entire litter to bare such an honor. I was born to be victories. Grandfather told me when I was just a pup that the crimson mark on my chest, shaped like a flame, was the mark of an Angel that confirmed my blood and worthiness to protect the innocent and destroy the evil that tainted this world. Within Diveen I was born and I thrived under the tutelage of Grandfather underneath the highly coveted Assassins. Why even Father taught me how to fight and attack at such a young age, all hidden from my Mother, for she would have despised such a thing. Even Mother taught me…stuff. I mean I was not interested in learning how to be thoughtful and kind to others, I didn’t like how she made me speak soft, nor did I enjoy her constant nagging on acting like a lady. It was annoying as hell, but after a stern talk and a good bite from Grandfather, I respected my Mother’s wishes. Hell when she found out I was already training to be an Assassin she grounded me. I still can’t believe she did! I had many wonderful memories of my childhood there. My scuffles with my brother within the den. Mother taking us out to see the world and Diveen, never before had I seen much beauty, and how I discovered I had my Mothers’ special marking along my back like hers. The attack from my other Grandfather still tainted my sleep, but I remember my other Grandfather and the numerous lessons he taught me, not just to be an Assassin, but a good wolf too. All I’ve ever wanted to do was make my parents and my Grandfather proud and one day…one day…be the new Alpha and take my Mothers’ place.

Yet those dreams were dashed away. Some low life with such low self-esteem believed that he had to attacking my father and not the damn dimwits that I am ashamed to say I am related to. I cannot believe that some no name decided to take away my home, my familys’ home, and the hard work two generations worked on, just because he was embarrassed by such words. My god grow a pair of balls and some fucking dignity. I know losers like him are incapable of such things, but you would think he would have just shuffled off. He attacked my Father. My Father had did nothing wrong. We as a pack did not provoke anyone. Yet he allowed some young males that acted, as immature males, that spoke ill to him? Such a stupid thing. Yet he had no pack. The majority of the pack dispersed and broke away to different areas. A mass exodus that proved that we would not bow and allow ourselves to be underneath such a prick. I am an Angel. I bow to no one. I was bred to lead. I was bred to protect. I was not bred to deal with idiots and their bullshit. In time Diveen will not be his, as it should have never been, and only those that are actually worthy to own Diveen will do just that. Maybe I’ll go for it. Maybe some other wolf will. Yet right now I need to do as I should do, as an Angel, I must protect. I must protect my Mother and Father.

I am their last daughter, and if I do say so myself, the very best wolf that ever came from them. Yet as I walk beside my Mother I am not calm. I am livid. My snow white form his bristled, the fur standing up far too high than they should making my already massive form appear ever so much larger. As the sun beams upon my snowy pelt I can actually feel the heat from my Angel mark burn, like a flame, right over my heart that aches for this shame. My bright sapphire eyes flecked with violent and gold, appear to be glowering with hate and detest. My mind is far too cunning. I am thinking dark and twisted thought and I am not ashamed of it. I am planning his death. Be it if I take Diveen or not. I will enjoy the taste of his blood in my mouth and I shall spit it on the ground. I do not need a piece of him in me for he is unworthy. I was the Dark Angel and I will continue to do so. I was meant to be rid the world of evil and this no nothing deserves to not walk among this earth. He has troubled my Mother so, and attacked my Father terribly, and this cannot, and will not, ever be forgiven. As I walk beside my Mother I can actually feel her concern begin to wash over me. Yet I keep me movement’s fluid stomping through the tall grasses towards the mountains. I have never been here before. I am not sure if I will like it. It isn’t home. The smells are different and they are hardly comforting. Yet Mother seems to be…okay, if only temporarily. I ignore the others, my blind heated rage focused only on Mother. As she calls for Grandfather I am at this moment confused too, sharing her concern, because I know he has been getting old…but why would he leave and not come with us? I will need to find him, but now I have to…I have to stay, and it is killing me. I want to go back home and kill the son of a bitch. I want to find Father and make sure he is okay, but I know I need to stay with Mother. Everyone else is comforting the other, but I am the only bloodline family she has left, other than my stupid older brother that caused all this – he was busy dealing with his mate, and I for one need to be here. I know my place and it was a shame others didn’t know their own. I do not know much about is Alpha, but I understand the relationship between our packs. As Mother whines I simply stare in shock as my anger seems to subside, only slightly, for I do not like my Mother to whine. Quickly I stroll over, my eyes flicking over to the Alpha as I press my shoulder into my Mothers’ side and slowly walk up to her shoulder. Softly I speak, attempting to make my voice sound reassuring, trying to hide the fury I feel.

“Mother…Father will be okay I am sure. As for Grandfather…he is strong and smart…clever too, they both will come Mother.”

I allowing my massive frame to begin to curl around her, like I would if I was much smaller, allowing my shoulder to slide underneath maw as I lay my dial along her back. The side of my face will rub into her frame gently as I inhale her scent. It is laced with worry and this is something I do not approve of. Yet Mother has lost many things today and I cannot upset her, I do not wish to do such a thing. As I keep her in this position I am still, strong, and quiet. Mother had not acted like she had always done, always was she so very formal, and to display being…out of it, I thought was weakness. Grandfather wouldn’t allow such a thing and I feel like I should remind her, but only gently. She may not be an Alpha now, but she had led us to safety and she was still a leader, always would be a leader. Many will speak of this day and I will not allow her reputation and her actions to display her in stories as a weakling and terribly afraid she-wolf. She will not be remembered that way, not ever, and if anyone says otherwise I’ll gut them like a fish. Gently I speak to her reminding her what she always told me oh so very long ago during our lessons.

“Mother, you remember to be lady yes? I have to be like you, remember, Angels always…dignified.”

I can feel my Mother and I know she is still worried. I take a step back and slide my muzzle from her back along her shoulder until I reach her muzzle and gently nuzzle her, licking the side of her face gently. My warm breath tickling her as I keep it calm and controlled, hoping she can follow the smooth tempo, trying to ease her. My dark colored eyes look to her pretty violet orbs as I whisper softly to her, not focusing on anyone else but my Mother. The need to destroy and get revenge is soothed, momentarily, but it would be no time when I need to lash out. Yet not yet…not right now…not in front of Mother. I whisper gently to her this time, empathy in my tone.

“Mother…breathe…just breathe…I am here, I am always here.”