I am not in a hurry to come to the borders as my brother and the Alphess. I watched Opal grow into the creature she was, I know her name is something false she gave me as a child now, but a name all the same. I watched her grow, helped her get one of her first kills in the world, and now here she stood an Alpha, and one of the most delectable hearts I could ever desire. Still, I stay my maw towards her, she gave me this wonderful barrier, and the irritation boiling up at my very existence around that family makes my tail curl with excitement. For I had done it, I had killed the old Alpha of Diveen, Orion, at last. It was a shame though that I doubted I would ever be able to take the prize I deserved, but the fight, the victory, pleased me. The only reason I knew was because they came, and oh how my heart sung when it finally had some kind of release. I bore marks on my blind side, the boy was smart enough to grab me there, but he suffered greatly for his attempts on me. His scars versus mine were nothing, and many scars I bore after what felt like constant fights and struggles. The wounds were still on my face, some just above my brow, the other on my cheek, a little lower and I would have lost my bad eye… not that it mattered useless as it was, but I knew the pain would still be real despite that. Others touched my form, but those were the most noticeable, but my strawberry and white fur covered them well enough and they didn’t bother me.

This experience though reignited my fire though. It was time I stopped resting and watching the world go by, it was time that I had a little fun again, though, I was still debating on what exactly I would do, I had a few ideas, and I might need some help. It was that perhaps that drove me to the border to see who had arrived, who had called as such as the voice was like a vague memory, something from a past I released the same day I consumed my sister and left Moladion to foster and grow my strength. It wasn’t until my bright blue eyes landed on the white and red fur of not one, but two of my brothers that a wry smile came across my maw. My bright eyes went to our Alphess who seemed to content and on her way and my tail flicks in recognition as I pass her by to join in on this family reunion.

I catch some of the tail end of the conversation, my form confident as I slide up next to our elder brother next. Cuirass knows what I have been up too, what I do, but I’ve been a good little sister since joining a pack at least, just like he wanted right? I had to admit the gig was good too good really, but that's besides the point now. ”Rapier, my dear little brother, glad to see you are alive. Was starting to wonder if both my litter mates were dead. I’m also curious what brings you back.” I say nonchalantly, he looked well enough, well cared for. He left a long time ago, along with mother, leaving me and our sister alone to be raised by Tobias. I knew only the bare basics of my heritage. The vampire that was my father, the Satanican that was my mother, and while I knew some of the stories something told me I didn’t live it like my brother had. Had to admit I was a little envious, but I wouldn’t trade my life, and experiences for it.

”And Cuirass I hear you were despicable over the winter.” My eyes narrowed on him, I had my suspicions, and if they were correct, he may be in for a world of hurt. After all I heard of him watching this “gift” from the alphess, and it wasn’t as though I sat in my den all day, I got around the pack, smelled things. Saw things. There were things no one would ever learn about me, not even my beloved brothers, or my new imprint. I would take that right to the grave.