Silver

I can’t remember my name. 

I left so long ago, ran from a life and towards adventure.

I can’t remember why.

"Be stronger.

Be faster. So close, better luck next time. I expected it to go a bit better…. Perfect hit!"

All that I remember is her words. Her praise. Her skill in convincing us to fight one another. To fight for her, for the ruthless Sovereign of a forgotten pack. 

And so we fought.

I remember her charm, the first time I met her at the crossroads. 

"You have such strong legs, and run as fast as the wind." Sovereign once told me. "And your pelt is so beautiful. It reminds me of the moon."

Her pack was a pack of misfits, of wanderers and warriors. She had plucked them from their packs and honed them all into deadly weapons. 

She took my name away then, I can’t remember if I struggled.

"You will be Scout." she told me. 

That was a long time ago. I’ve earned my share, fighting with my claws and teeth to earn my place. 

My name, the name Sovereign gave me, is Silver.

Quick Silver, dedicated Silver.

Silver, among the Sovereign’s favourites. I am one of the only wolves with a name, one of the privileged few to be more than just a rank in the Sovereign’s eyes.

She cares for us, I truly believe she does.

My name is Silver, I used to run away from monsters.

But now I no longer need to.

There are no monsters here. The Forsaken Mountains are safe, the Forsaken Mountains are protected. 

There's no need to run, we're safe here.

You wouldn’t run from your monster would you?