SHE'S MY GRAVEYARD BABY, SHE'S MY . . .

Her quiet form drifted past her families den, they were either out or sleeping. All she knew was she was growing thirsty . . . Her crown of thorns swiveled around the meeting area, vacant and quiet as it had been for quite some time. Not since her dear Nibris had called to announce his title and show their children - And just like before, her mother had seemed to disappear. With her, even her father had been not found recently.

Anger rose in her chest as she thought of it, had they abandoned her once again? Was she a fool for letting them in only to seemingly dump her new brothers and sisters on her? She sighed, attempting to let the anger go. Though with her blood lust came her irritability. She needed to feed, and soon. Pacing under the throne, her dark ebony form seemed to be but a shadow in the pale moonlight.

That's when the thought hit her, she knew a perfect way to satisfy her thirst - And a way to strengthen her quiet kingdom. She knew too well that the packs quaked in fear of her very existence, but would they quake at her soldiers? Her mate? He too had wanted to change . . . "Hmm-" She let out of her lips before leaping up the stone throne her and Nibris shared, her nails raking down the rocky formation. As she perched atop, her crown rolled back to call forth the kingdoms wolves.

Lucaya;