The Wolf's Spirit

Fate had created them both, given them life and a purpose. Fate had leaded them with a warming hand, ignoring the signs that the Sun and Moon had shown. They hated one another with a passion, wanted to tare one another throats out. Nobody understood how two mates, ones that had the world in there hands, could hate one another so much.
It had been natural for them to be in one another's personal space, to poke and prode. To argue and sneer at the other's decisions.
But ever sense that happened.
He regreted it with each passing moment, even though he knew she would be reincarnated.
The mates come face to face with one another yet agian, but even then it was hard to swallow down many feelings. But now they had to work with one another, push when the other pulled, just so they could both survive. So the Sun's pack could survive.
It had been easy to burn the bridges with the Moon's death. But now they had to force the bridges to even be built to survive another charade the world would throw at them.