Love Inside War

Prologue

Demons P.O.V

We were standing around the Alpha of the Dead Moon pack and watching as she taught another demon soldier how to defend themselves from the dangers of the Lupan Realm, were she used to live with her family and the legendary race of the Ancient Wolves. Now after the war... She and her four brothers are all that's left of the strong and independent race. It truly is a sad story. The creatures from the overworlds 'hell' as they call it, came and took over the Lupan Realm and killed all Lupans. Alpha Kerso and Luna Tralie were murdered in their sleep. Their only daughter and their four sons were all that was left and they fled to my realm and fought many many small wars for their realm back and since their kind had helped my Realm, the Cold Realm, -meaning anything that was or is cold blooded like vampires, demons, mythicals and many others live in this realm- we owed them in great debt and we repaid them by having them rule our realm. And they have done very well, now there is peace throughout the entire realm of cold ones and no more wars. But she sends scouts out into the Lupan Realm to see if there are any survivors, even though when she thinks we don't look we notice her looking at her realm through the portal with doubt and she looks sad and we all know that the scouts are nothing but bringing her hopes up then brings them back crashing down. I look up as she says something. "Well... I guess scrazno and tangrin will go and please... See if you can find anything... Any signs of life, thank you" she nods her head at them and sends them through the portal. Then turns to us. "Everyone else... Go home, to your family's enjoy them" smiles at us and transforms into her gigantic black wolf and and spreads her blue tipped wings and brings them up and thrusts them down quickly and fiercely so she was lifted hundreds of feet into the air and flys towards the Black Castle were she and her brothers stay and have lived for many years. I ran my hands down my molten and burned skin. My natural texture of skin, every demon is different my mates skin is charged with electricity and bony and my daughters is a beautiful scraped and scarred skin. I went home and took my armor off and check my three foot height making sure no weapons that my daughter which
is three months old can get to. I walk into my house and smile at the smell of my mates delicious scorpion blood soup.