His Flamed Luna

Prologue

      The packs of the land, blended in with Humans and hiding within their society to survive, all have Elders. Elders who can speak to the Moon Goddess if she so desires. Tonight, a new moon called the gathering of the Elders for the first time in a century. The lands consisted of eight packs; the Blue Moon Pack, the Greenwood Pack, the Riverside Pack, the Black Claw Pack, the Silver Light Pack, the Bluebloods Pack, the Crescent Moon Pack and then the most powerful of all... the Blood Oath Pack. Rogues were normal, outcasts of their packs or just lost wolves who never found one place to stay. Each pack member had a wolf counter part, unless they were mated humans. On a new moon, the darkest of nights, the Moon Goddess summoned the Elders with a great summons. 
            "Felix of Blood Oath," a silver wolf bowed her head to the eldest of the elders, a large brown wolf who's amber eyes were cloudy with wisdom. 
        The Blood Oath Pack elder simply nodded and shifted back, his gray hair falling to his shoulders. Among the others, the she-wolf who addressed him was the last to arrive, earning scolding glances from her rivals. 
              "The Moon Goddess is not always going to remain patient," Felix spoke, eying the silver wolf as she shifted back and sat in an open seat. 
              "Why has she called us here?" An elder blonde woman questioned quietly. 
          The clouds moved to reveal what little light was left on the night of the new moon, dancing faintly in the pool of water the Elders surrounded. A vision of fire and ice danced through the ripples, the territories appearing before the eyes of the Elders.
                "A Prophecy!" Cried a woman, her green eyes wide with shock. 
                "The wolves of fire and ice will rule the lands," Felix spoke as he watched the vision continue to dance in the water. "It may be the end of us all..."
            The Elders looked at him. "The end? And what if it is a new beginning?" The silver wolf from earlier stood.
                  "A new beginning? Fire and ice do not mix," A man rose to his feet with a grunt. "If they fight, the packs will die out... It will be the end of all we know."
             Another woman eyed the men before she cleared her throat. "But if they come together, we will all be reborn with the Moon Goddess' blessing..."
                  "Sylvanna of Crescent Moon," Felix began. "You speak as if you have seen something we have not."
              Sylvanna met his gaze steadily and nodded slowly in response. "I see our merciful and kind hearted Moon Goddess preparing us for hard times that shall surely blossom for the packs."
                    "I say we prepare for the worst. If the wolves of fire and ice do not come together, we kill them," The man spoke from beside Felix. 
              Felix looked around the circle and grunted. "We tell only the Alphas and Betas of this. The rest of our wolves will only panic. If the day of doom comes upon us, they will be the ones to end it before it begins."
              Sylvanna barked in anger, her eyes glowing golden before she shifted and ran into the trees. Felix and the others growled in dismissal to one another before they in turn shifted and left for their packs, leaving the pool of water dancing with the very end of the Prophecy. A flame of purple and pink erupting before the darkness fell again. The angelic voice they all knew rang in their heads with fury, 'Foolish!' and the wolves all froze to raise their heads to the darkened moon, Sylvanna being the only wolf who bowed her head.