There has definitely been a great change in Moladian; that much is evident. The lands were in a time of peace, the pack lands mostly devoid of challenge for months at a time until one wolf get restless and wanted a throne. But never anything like this. Suddenly the pack lands are erupting up in challenge. Jaidah has decided to go for Taviora and just recently I have heard rumors that Covet has decided to challenge for Spirane while he "waits" to challenge me. Well, screw that. He's gone and changed the game now and I'm not going to wait in the shadows for him to come to me. He has lost the privilege of a personal vendetta. Yes, I want him to feel the pain my father felt after that challenge. Yes, I want him humiliated and brought to his knees for what he's done. Yes, I want revenge. But he's taken things too far now. No longer is this just a vendetta against me and my family. Now he is targetting our friends, anyone who associates with us. Covet has made his mistake.

I don't know where he got the idea that rising up against the largest family in Moladian was the smart thing to do and then finding bogus reasons to hate us? Who starts a fight because they believe a wolf was rude to them? And not even the wolf they're accusing! He went after my dad, innocent of all crimes but defending his pack. And then Covet tries to kill him, trying to gut him like a pig and even trying to make him into a eunich. Who does that? A sick twisted wolf, that's for sure. He forgets that we have influence, that large numbers mean you can find an Angel in pretty much every nook and crannie of Moladian, even the darker circles. You want to go after us? You'll be outnumbered before you even begin. Soon enough he'll have a target on his back from every pack in Moladian but I won't wait for that day to come. Daenerys did so much for our family. She sheltered us in our time of need and has shown nothing but support when we needed it. Now it's time to support her. Fairness be damned. Personal vendettas, be damned. He wants a one wolf war? He got it.

The lone cry for help rings out through Diveen and my skin tingles with the urgency in it. I know the call is meant for Guardian but I'm sure he won't mind if I make sure it's not a trick. True, he may be my royal guard and therefore, the one to make sure someone's not tricking me but I'm sure I can return the favor every once in a while. Besides, he'll just owe me one. I can certainly tell something is wrong and the closer I get in my sprint across the ravines, the more I can sense the urgency, the wrongness. When blood enters my nostrils, I growl deep in my throat, praying to the gods that it's not one of my own or I will tear this world apart for their treachery. When I see the young girl crumpled on the ground though, I know that I don't know her automatically, but that doesn't make her any less important to me. She is on my borders and therefore under my protection now. She is as any other pack member who comes for help. And that's what she'll get.

I reach her, nudging at her body softly so as not to hurt, only to see if she's awake. When she doesn't respond, I look ove rher wounds as quickly as I can, knowing time is of the essence. I can see the wounds are bad, very bad. They could be fatal. My heart is racing in my chest, crying out with an Angel's wrath for revenge on whoever would do this. I don't care who or why. I just care that they did. Throwing my head back, I cry out for a healer, anyone who can help her. I cry out for Guardian again, telling him to get his big badooka here pronto. I'd hate for her to wake up only to find the one she's looking for isn't here. Meanwhile I look for more moss, anything to stick to the wounds. I may not be a healer but I know enough from watching my mother and the healers of Diveen so long ago. I know that moss helps stop the bleeding and I'm pretty sure that's important to keep her alive. I find what I can nearby, moving as quickly as possible back to her side. I start stuffing it where I see heavy bleeding, smushing it into the wounds until I see the bleeding lessen.

Wanting to make sure I got the worst ones, I start licking her fur, cleaning it as my mother used to do to mine every time I got dirty as a pup. Between her and Heyel, I learned early on that hygiene is good for your health. She wouldn't want to wake with a dirty coat and there might be wounds I missed. I clean her all over, not wanting to miss a spot, my eyes ever watchful in case she wakes up, not wanting to startle her. "I don't know if you can hear me but my name is Achilles. I've packed your wounds with moss and I'm cleaning them to make sure I've stopped the bleeding. I called for Guardian so he should be here soon. I'm sorry this happened to you. You're safe now. Nothing will hurt you here."

{Kane x Isola} {8 years} {42in, 200#} {Diveen's Blood Angel} {Vega's Heart} {Father to Paravana, Emil, & Atlas}
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