When I was a little girl all I wished to do was please my parents and my Alpha. My Father was weak the Omega of our demonic moor pack. Mother was very strict. Mother was so very hard to please. I am not sure I ever received her approval for anything. I did my best to make her proud, to make her happy, to make her see that I am a creature of her worth. When the Monster taught me how to hunt, how to kill, how to speak, and how to think I could see that when she challenged me and I succeeded there was glimmer in her cold sapphire eyes. I never heard her ever say that she was every happy with me. Never did I hear that she was proud of me. I never heard her even say she loved me. Of course it saddens me, but thankfully I received love from my Alphas and my pack.

Andras saw the potential my Mother built into me. He allowed me to peruse my dream. To be his trustworthy diplomat. I achieved it, but with such a terrible cost. I was away when he died. I came to find Aithne being the new Alpha and she was kind enough to let me continue on with my rank that I so did deserve. I served her well until...the accident. Yet she allowed me the time to accept and adjust. I am sadden that I have gone through the two best Alphas and role models I ever had. Now I am to serve this unknown male and unknown female, both were not of Iromar, both did not know anything about this pack. However, they will one day, if they allow themselves to learn.

I hear the call for the Alphas and others and as the Diplomat underneath two Alphas, I cannot help but prepare myself for this meeting. My ebony dial lifts and I release a mournful tone howl, giving notice that I would be arriving. Steadily I move through the charred parts of the moors, my crimson paws leaving deep marks within the dark ash. It is a shame that after her and Preator’s death that Iromar suffers under a wildfire. Hasn’t our pack suffered enough. Eventually I make my way towards the borders of the territory, I notice that one of the new Alphas came and spoke and already she is breaking one of the most basic protocols. This will not do. There is no such rule and I am more than willing to correct this. I lower my dial in respect to the new female Alpha, my eyes meet hers for a moment, my facade emotionless. My deep violet eyes shift towards the snowy white wolf as I turn my dial towards her. I smell the scent of Mother and the fields – Asteraia. With a small smile I nod my head in greeting, my appearance professional even if I am not the Diplomat right now. In a way my red mark upon my forehead points me out as the daughter of the Monster. My cool voice slips out gently as I greet our first pack visitor.

“Hello wolf of Asteraia, my name is Raven. It is not a custom for visiting pack member to visit other packs and present them a gift. No pack wolf has done this while I was Diplomat, and I never had to do it either for others during my time. My Mother, the Monster, she is fairing well, yes?

Yes, I am the daughter of the Monster. Although she never said she loved me, she didn't have to. Words are nothing more than strings of lies and truth. If you want to show you love someone, you do so by action. She actually showed me she loved me and I know she will show it again should anything ill befall me. After all, my rapist is dead.