They need a father figure, Themis. They need a dad, someone to teach them who they were supposed to be, how to be proper princes. As they were now.. well she feared for the sake of her pack. New situations had arose, however. Magic was racing through the place they called home. New magic that had suddenly surrounded her in a clouded mist and changed her very being. Next time she realized what happened, she had chnaged. Her fur, instead of being the mix of dove greys and stone, had shifted into a beautiful sunset pattern.. pinks, golds, and purples had now appeared on her body. Along with that, parts of her bodice now had gentle figures of clouds that floated along her skin. Any normal wolf would now look at her like she was a freak. How was she supposed to lead a pack looking like this? Had anyone else she knew changed as well? The only thing that had stayed true were her eyes, the wonderful golden color they had been before. If anyone knew her before her change, they would easily be able to recognize her suns. But she wanted to continue her conversation with Mabbit.. that man had her heart all in a twist. Had he been offereing to be her mate? Was that the end of their last conversation? She had to speak with him. Raising her nose to the sky, she let out a soft song, calling for her Mabbit to come and speak with her at her den. Hopefully, she could give him some answers to what he wanted. Her children needed a good father figure to shape them, create warriors out of them. Amberbjorne would fall to the ground if her twins were to continue down the path they were on. She couldn't afford to lose her pack to her selfish sons. The Princes were out of control. And what if they were to hurt Wisteria and Yesimire? If they did anything.. the fate of Amberbjorne would be in the hands of Hawthorne. The bloodsuckers would kill every last one of them.
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