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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“You will bring help in a way you may not understand Seraphina, but you will help nonetheless.”

The words echoed in the princess’ mind, trying to find a meaning. What was there not to understand about beating up a bear? Maybe Dante was being poetic again. She did that sometimes, or at least it seemed like she did. Truly, the ethiopianess was meant to be a ruler. Her fancy way with words was how the leaders back home, Conan and Mireille spoke, though Sera could tell that theirs was more forced, something that came with practice, whereas Dante’s just flowed naturally. The King and Queen had certainly been trying to teach Sera how to speak in this more refined way, but it hadn’t caught on so far. As she grew, the princess would learn to speak more like a princess should, but for now, she was not interested in the least in that kind of thing. Truth be told, Fina was hardly interested in any of the behaviors she was supposed to learn as the heir, which resulted in many deep, frustrated sighs. The fire child had never really seen what all the fuss was about.

It appeared that her big sister had finished her discussion with the small congregation as she once again turned to the small body. “Seraphina…” Wide green eyes looked up to Dante, who seemed to be having some difficulty. “You were supposed to stay home. You’re the heiress to the Pack..” A very unprincess like face was made at this, as always steady Dante faltered, vocals trailing off. Sera cocked her russet head. This wasn’t like Dante. The words that usually fell effortlessly from her lips appeared to stuck. “You shouldn’t be here…” she eventually forced out. The pup cast her eyes to the ground and frowned slightly. Wasn’t Dante happy to see her? Wasn’t she impressed Sera had found her all on her own?

“Seraphina,” her emerald gaze moved back to the queen,“you will be part of a plan much bigger than yourself.” There it was again. What was Dante talking about? Sera had no intention of being part of any plan except the one against the bears. “You were destined for great things darling, and still are.” The princess huffed. “ We have much to discuss, but come with me dear I have something to show you.” Fia was all too happy to oblige, wagging her tail and bouncing excitedly in place. She could barely remember the last time she and Dante had had time alone.

The queen moved so quickly Sera didn’t realize what was happening for a moment, but when she did she was full of indignation. “Put me down Dante! I wanna kick some bear butt!” The fiery princess squirmed and wriggled and kicked without success. Dante’s grip on her scruff was firm and Sera was too small to do anything about it. She realized this shortly and instead allowed herself to hang from her sister’s mouth as much as a deadweight as possible, pouting in a brooding silence the whole way. If she could’ve crossed her front paws she would have. Dante was getting the silent treatment when this was over, the princess decided.

Seraphina was confronted with myriad of unfamiliar scents. How Dante knew where she was going was beyond the little girl, but it appeared that the older ess did indeed know their destination for she eventually slowed her pace, stopping at what Sera could only assume was a border based off of the strong scent coming off it. Her nose wrinkled, not out of disgust of the smell, though she didn’t like that either, but out of disgust of the prospect of her alone time with Dante ruined. The elder of the two placed Sera on the ground gently, as if afraid to break her, flattening her scruff. The princess gave her sister her best pout and her angriest look, neither of which were very good, and turned her back to her. “It’s like you’re trying to get rid of me.” she grumbled, only half kidding. So much for the silent treatment.

“You always had her eyes, you know. Mother’s that is.” Sera turned partially toward her sister, catching a glimpse of a smile out of the corner of her eye before a single howl was let loose. She too smiled, turning her face from Dante. She was supposed to be mad at her sister after all. Seraphina didn’t remember much about their mother; she had died when the princess was very young. Sometimes little bits and pieces, snippets of memories would surface from deep within, but not enough for her to really remember. The girl loved hearing about their parents, especially their mother, but Conan and Mireille were loathe to speak of them.

“Seraphina did you know why I left the pack?” The russet bodice turned to look straight ahead. “Not really. You had a mission, but past that I don’t know. No one would tell me anything. No one ever tells me anything.” She grumbled the last part. They expected her to rule but she knew nothing about the goings on in the Pack. She shot Dante a sideways look. “Why? Should I?”

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