RISING STORM

CHAPTER 1

  It's been long since the pack has seen the Female they had chased away, the patrol what has been chasing her returned with wounds what proved their succes, and a body of their friend who had fallen in the fight. Kali, the brave muscular and brown male had told them "Aira was dead" But it was one of the first lies, Kali ever told his loved pack

  Days and Nights has passed, and everything got harder for the Young Female, as a longer now, who's been sent away from her pack had a Low chance of surviving. Limping from the wounds she gotten trought the escape, Aira walked in a dry, empty clearing, she's been walking non stop since that night. She's weakened, her dusty black fur was thorn by the wounds and she barely stood on her legs, the Female seemed like to fall on the ground dead by any second, expect her eyes, only they shone with full of life, the flames of anger burned in her bright gaze wich looked forward.
  For a second, Aira raised her head, perking her ears forward in aware, but Then, she lowered down again as sharp pair of claws held onto her Back. It was Aniu, the blue-ish colored raven Who's been the Female's friend for a long time now. The bird was cheerful, and mostly always happy even When everything seemed Hopeless Aniu always made Aira feel better, but now, even The bird's bright Blue eyes seemed to swim in Sadness.
  The canine turned he head to look over at her friend who sat quetly on her Back, with her head hidden under the dark wings, and Aira knew even she felt the pain of losing the pack, and Aira decided not to bother her, only fixing her gaze forward again. The pain, no, the anger and the feeling of betrayal mixed in Aira's Mind, looking Back on the memories of the pack, tha happy pups and their mother, with the great and proud alpha, Keru. But these toughts only made Aira feel sick, Keru, her alpha, no, not anymore, her enemy who betrayed her and sent her to her death doesn't deserve to be called alpha, or great. Aira let out a Low snarl and shut her eyes down before pausing, the toughts, memories drove her mad, and all the voice she heard in her head, the calls, all the calls for her name, she couldn't take it anymore. She felt Aniu move on her Back before hearing the clap of the pair of wings, her weakened legs had falled out from under her, and she falled to her side, taking the breath slowly, the voices, she Just wanted to forget.
  She had started hearing these things since her birth, and seen the playing lights in front of her eyes, fear filled the Female every time and every time, she saw the bled out wolves, Young to old, Female to male, there was no difference for the one who did this. Always standing by the edge of a canyon, the wolf's shadow layed on Aira, and they always stared at her, with the same, bright, yellow pair of eyes.