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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Seraphina gaped at Vladimir as he rubbed against her coat, smudging dirt into it. In retaliation, she bumped his shoulder and let out a playful growl. She stuck out her tongue at him, but the two were interrupted by new voices. Ones Sera knew, but Vlad did not. Her parents had found her, it seemed. Not that she’d run away with the intent of running from them. Seraphina had assumed that things would all work out in the end and she couldn’t say that she’d given much thought to this reunion. Maybe the realization that they would come looking for her had resided in her, but if so then it had been in the very back of her mind, slowly being pushed further and further back. Well, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. The king and queen stood before her, heads held up with their innate pride. They were undeniably regal, but this was not their home.

When Mireille approached and addressed her, Seraphina ducked her head at the vague scolding. That always made her feel so young, like she was still the pup who’d run away all that time ago. The queen rarely got angry, but the disappointment in her voice was always worse. She was the type of wolf you wanted to please. A growl rose up from Vladimir and Conan and Mireille turned their heads to face him. He gradually placed himself between the pair and Sera, acting as a type of barrier. At this, Conan moved to his mate’s side, watching the prince carefully. Who did this little brat think he was, trying to separate them from their daughter? As for Seraphina, she was torn between the two sides, eyes wide and darting from Vladimir to her parents. But she made no move to go to them, or to stop Vlad.

“You stand on claimed ground, of the Tyrell clan. You have no right to cross the boundary without permission, even if you do have business within. As my father is the Alpha, I am the heir to the throne, and I command you to exit and wait as is proper at the boundary line. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to force you.” The pair exchanged a glance. The hidden fury in Conan’s eyes was plain enough to Mireille, the more level headed and collected of the two. Her tail ran over his spine gently and she stepped forward with a smile. She liked this no more than he did, but Conan had little patience for his usual diplomacy right now. He’d been on edge this whole trip. It was important to him that this go well. “Of course, of course. I know this is an inexcusable offense on our part and truthfully we should know better. The thought of seeing our little Seraphina made us lose our heads for a moment and we apologize, prince. If you would be so kind as to escort us to the border, we would be more than happy to wait for official permission to enter your packlands.” Hm. Perhaps she was laying it on a little too thick, but better too polite than not polite enough. They’d known full well what they were doing, but obviously she would never admit that. There was some truth to the bit about Seraphina, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Not even the girl herself knew that. Soon though. Soon. They couldn’t keep the guest of honor waiting forever.

Hoping to defuse some of the the tension, Seraphina stepped forward, her side skimming Vladimir’s. Anger emanated from him and if he were to let it out then things could only go downhill. “I think some proper introductions are in order as well.” She turned to face Conan and Mireille. “This is Vladimir, a prince of Aurora Borealis.” Her parents were big on titles. “He’s my… friend.” Why had she hesitated? He was her friend. But it wasn’t just that and Sera couldn’t ignore that fact. It just wasn’t the type of thing you told Conan and Mireille, especially not now. “And these are my parents, Conan and Mireille, King and Queen of the Summer Eclipse Pack.” She never had told Vladimir about them, or the circumstances of their relationship. There hadn’t been a reason or need. Seraphina had thought that she could get away with never telling him. Apparently not. The details would have to be for another time, however, because Conan and Mireille were rather sore on the topic. “Now, why don’t we head to the borders and wait for someone?” Conan’s amber gaze remained on Vladimir for a moment, then he nodded.

“Charmed, Prince Vladimir. I appreciate your allowing us a chance to do things properly. I’m glad Seraphina has found a friend such as yourself and I thank you for looking out for her during these long months that we were unable to.” He said jadedly, weary of this already. The sooner Seraphina could leave the better for all of them.


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