A call struck her audits, one of familiarity that summoned her to the throne. It woke her from her slumber, thankfully it was dusk once more. As her dark limbs carried her out, she wondered what was so urgent of Vladimir. She stretched with a yawn and set off to her stone throne, finding her uncle already waiting for her. "We have an issue." His words turned, her face of excitement turned angry as she took her seat before him. A nod for him to go on as she felt her stomach begin to turn. "The stone that sealed that monster away . . . Lucaya, he's loose. There's signs that point him up the mountain, I found some old tracks half buried in snow . . . He wasn't alone. There were two other sets, and one of them smelled of Drevis."
A snarl left her throat and jaws. She paced back and forth swiftly in the light coming from the moon. "How could we let this happen? That son of a bitch has my sister?!" She growled, her crimson eyes looked to the mountains that loomed above. "Tarben is in that direction, I've heard whispers that their Kings brothers are in these lands. I want them on the front lines to clean up this f*cking mess." She looked to Vladimir. "We strike tomorrow night. I'll prepare the pack, turn those who wish to be turned. Fledglings cannot control their thirst, let them run and kill those bastards. I want Phobus alive, he's mine to punish. I should have killed him in front of his parents." She let out another snarl at the thought, her claws raking into the stone below her. She quickly began jumping up to her throne, scaling the rock formation until she sat on her rightful place.
Her crimson eyes glowed, ready and bloodthirsty. She let her crown fall back as she let out a loud howl, calling forth her members, those of Amberbjorne and those of Dawnshire. As her head fell forward and her call ended, she felt her patience growing thin. Her daughter and son quickly arrived, Skade and Helheim. Taking their seats below her throne, she awaited her others, Nibris. Her father slunk quietly in, taking a seat next to his brother. Then came her brother, Maverick and the son he had taken hold of since Daneliyas departure - Nephilim. They needed to get here sooner, Amberbjorne and Danwshire needed to know and they needed to prepare. A winged wolf she hadn't seen in quiet some time showed, Bastian was it? Where was the other one? Her temper began to shorten quickly.
"Another trick to treat, with candy apple dreams . . ."
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