Appendages shifted uncomfortably as the Beta passed on her way through a row of standing pack mates. Her soft green opticals shifted to each one of them. A smirk played against her facial features.
Her name is Chaos, even the birds knew it. The way her lyrics reached into the cold nights, that alone would chill you down to the core. Different silhouettes seemed to pop out from each side of her, grinning almost as if they were real. There was something different, the shadows, their eyes seemed to glow red. Chaos didn't seemed bothered by them, but rather content. She was considered a marked one, a few of them remained in these woods, no one dared to mistake the power of them, as they were and can be uncontrollable. They were considered the peacemakers too, because they could negotiate very well. The marked ones were usually a matte black, with a silver almost white dead tree on their hip. The shadows, were their companions, but they could often control their host, and that was lethal to a marked one. Why not kill the marked ones if they were so powerful? Good question, the Marked ones often could predict the future, and killing a marked one resulted in 10 long winters, killing off any wildlife, and pack mates. It is unlawful to kill a marked one.
As the slender marked baroness halted the pack seemed to move back as she approached the Alpha. Her head was a bit lower since she had started her walk. The Alpha sat on a high rock, Chaos sat on her haunches and looked up.
"Chaos" the deep voice of the Alpha, known as Vain, spoke.
"Alpha, greetings" She said with a half smirk.
The pack mates stared at the shadows beneath Chaos. The whispers were inaudible to the other pack mates. But the shadows whispered loud and clear to Chaos.
"I've had a dream" The baroness spoke aloud, her dome tilted to the side to better listen to the shadows."
Vain dipped his head in response allowing her to speak.
"You will acquire a mate, but she will die of an illness when she has given birth to 4 litters of your pups". She looked to the side.
Continuing on "Your fourth litter will be of a rouge marked male, and your first black pup born, will be yet another marked one". She grinned.
"Your ruling will end there, the marked one will rule this pack..." She stopped there and moved back down the isle of the wolves, slowly, glancing back. The shadows laughing silently. But all that echoed was her words.
Hunter 
Hunter