Since young days Mika was an independent individual, early deciding to leave his home and turning his back on family and his twin sister. He was eager to live a life like a maverick. He didn't need a pack to rely on, he was capable of being his own lead.
However, survival struck as being more difficult than expected, as the young one overestimated himself. Still, he managed to grow used to the harsh winds of the outside world.
As time passed by, Mika grew older, stronger, and wiser. He was soon to meet a destiny to change his soul.
A shadow of smoke forced him onto the ground, snarling, claws expended, pinning him onto the earth like a helpless puppy. Glaring at him was a wide grin of bared teeth, accompanied by the most devilish eyes of a demon he'd ever come across. Its owner a graceful, yet muscular wolf of smoldering fur and reddish orbs.
"Explain yourself!"
Threatening, the hissing voice echoed through his bones.
