Biography
Mystic didn't listen to the pack elders' words, only studied their smug, triumphant faces as they resigned her to this new pack to be formed, where they would never again have to deal with her. She had seen it coming; almost everyone did. She was an outcast among outcasts; loud and proud and unabashedly herself, she was every old timer traditional wolf's nightmare, and they were the ones who led this pack. Mystic despised the idea of being put with one of those bloodthirsty Lightbringers, but despite her superior's shortcomings she did care for the younger wolves.
Maybe she could work this out- she would be an alpha, and could mold her pack to her own ideals while protecting her older, less ideal pack until the elders died off. Then she would surely have the support she'd need to return; plenty of the younger ones did admire her. It was just a matter of waiting, surviving, and ensuring another wolf's survival... what could go wrong?
She hated him.
She hated this mangy rat of a he-wolf she had to call her mate.
As she and Ruin bickered over... what was it? Oh yeah, losing their own pups to their own incessant fighting... the rest of their pack awkwardly scattered, too uncomfortable around their fighting. All except Rust, who (poor dear) had come from worse stock than even them. Eventually though, even she left at Mystic's silent dismissal, and the real inquiry came out.
"So, who is it?" Mystic asked, seemingly bored.
"Now what are you on abou-" Ruin was cut off by a cold glare, and Mystic continued.
"Not that I really care, but you've smelled of them almost since we first made this pack," Mystic really didn't care, but her warning was clear; others would. Their old packs would.
Fear and shock rippled off Ruin, then were soon replaced by the monotonous defeat in his voice, "What do you want?" he croaked.
Mystic thought this over before cursing herself for taking the route she did. She didn't really want much of anything... just an honest answer and maybe an end to the fighting. All of it. But that really wasn't going to happen.
"Nothing, for now," she sighed, "Again, I'm not the one who cares, and there's nothing I want that I think we couldn't agree on at this point."
"Like what?" Ruin shifted, not believing her one bit. Which was annoying, considering for once she was totally honest.
"No more pups, we're not that kind of... pair," both the wolves let out there own show of disgust and disapproval for that whole ordeal, "Less fighting, Rust is worried we'll kill each other soon and she doesn't need anything else to worry about," Ruin grunted in agreement; Rust's well-being was always something they could come at peace over, considering they both adored her (if not for different reasons).
"And try to be less conspicuous when you're going out." Mystic spat, ensuring the destruction of any peace between them. She wasn't that soft yet.
When she heard the familiar howl of her Darkseeker pack, her first thought was longing.
Her second was blood.
The scraggly wolves she could barely recognize as her own old packmates fell upon her new pack, and rage and fire burst through her as she charged into the fray to protect her new loved ones. Rust flew in a furious defense around Bianca, who was pregnant, and Djinna and Stone burst from the thicket, hastily returning from a hunt at the sound of war. Ruin fought beside Mystic, his rage just as steep.
The battle was over quick, and bodies littered the ground in front of their den. All of their packmates were okay save for several cuts and bruises, and the shock.
"Why?" Stone whispered, still shaking from the adrenaline of the fight.
Ruin looked at Mystic, not with blame but with a shared fear. Did they think this a pack of traitors, now that the treaty was broken?
Another howl pierced the air, unfamiliar to Mystic but shaking Ruin to his core.
"Lightbringers," he warned, looking towards where it came from.
"Are they going to attack us too?" Mystic could barely recognize her own voice. She turned to the brush to see crazed, savage eyes look back.
"Yes."
She noticed how aloof he had been. She thought back to their battles before, how admirably he fought, and how shaken he had been by that kill. She should have seen it coming; she recognized the wolf's scent. Ruin publicly announced that he would be leaving the pack.
Mystic knew where he was going, and that he would never be coming back. Despite everything they couldn't stand about each other, she couldn't wish that upon him, but could she stop him?
Probably not, but she had to at least say her goodbyes. All of their goodbyes.
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