The Pure Princess

Fire and Darkness

Storm's trance was abruptly ended as she sensed her twin brother and multiple pack members approaching quickly.

She panicked and half swam, half ran out of the pond to her dress, ripping it over her head just as her brother came barreling through the bush with 20 warriors at either side.

He shifted to his human form and yelled to Storm as he walked swiftly to her. "There's a breach in the pack lands, two guards just woken from unconsciousness confu-..." He stopped midstep, "Why are you wet? " He took three more long strides and grabbed her by the arm, maneuvering her to get a better look. "Are you harmed?"

Rage was completely nude. Since Storm had no wolf, she could not communicate through the pack link like the others, so they had to transform to human to communicate with her. She was used to the nudity, but no one was to lay eyes on the Pure Princess nude. Rage was also sheilding her body from the Warrior's eyes. The fabric was translucent on her wet body and molding to her every curve.

"N-no..." She scampered, trying to get her heart rate under control.

"Why are you wet?!" He thundered, his Alpha voice echoing through the trees and sending birds in flight in every direction.This is when Storm finally fell out of her daze.

"How dare you speak to me like that, I went for a swim in the pond while you fleabags went for a run." She glared up at her brother daring him to challenge her then what he was beginning to say sunk in now worried about the warriors, "Was anyone harmed? " He ignored her questions.

"Where anyone could see you?! He argued, "Storm Lunas Redborn! Did someone see you? " Storm's heart skipped a beat. She had to decide now and decide fast if she was going to tell her brother about the man with no scent. she was sure her brother could hear her heart racing. If someone were harmed, he wouldn't be wasting so much time.

"No..." She lied confidently, looking him square in the eye with her chin held high. Rage looked around the pond and clearing, sniffing the air. There's no trace of an unidentified wolf, so there's no reason for Rage to push her further with questioning, and he gives up.

"Climb on my back, I need to get you to Mother and Father quickly." He shifted and knelt so she could climb on the back of her twin brother, who in wolf form, was 10 times her size.

Storm climbed on top of him and gripped the hair around his neck harder than she needed to; Rage growled. He stretched his neck back to glare at her before barreling forward to the Castle, all twenty warriors perfectly positioned to protect their Pure Princess... if only they knew what she was doing 5 minutes before.

The ride to the castle was miserable. Rage was a blur of fire darting through trees and bushes and barely giving Storm a moment to catch her grip from the last hard landing to the next. She knew he wouldn't allow her to be harmed, so every once in a while, she would remind him by sticking her sharp nails into his skin when she reclaimed her grip.

She could see multiple different warriors around them, all of different sizes and colors, matching the speed of their future Alpha. Rage kept a pace they could keep up with on purpose to ensure he delivered his sister home safely.

Riding on the back of a werewolf in their wolf form was usually sacred to faded mates. It was disrespectful for chosen mates to do so or anyone else, and a wolf can be exiled for breaking this rule. The only exception in history has always been the reincarnated Pure Princess and her twin brother. To give extra praise to the Moon Goddess, Rage, nor the Kings before him will ever allow another person upon their back after their sister dies. Not even his Luna Queen.

The duo has always been a spectacular wonder to see. A flaming, burning forest fire, zooming in and out of the forest with a trail of icy white above like a moving lantern's glow. A stark contrast between the two's colors, Rage's fiery coat and Storm's silky, white, long hair. It wasn't a sight seen often, and Storm could feel the awe of her pack when they glanced over.

She loved these rare moments because she gets a small taste of how the rest of the werewolves must feel when they run and become one with their packlands.

Interrupting her sweet thoughts, she felt a different kind of gaze on her that sent a shiver down her spine. Just as she started to turn her head to follow the feeling of the ominous gaze, she heard fights breaking out all around them.

Wolves yelps and whines can be heard behind them as one by one, the warriors got taken down, but they were gaining on the castle. Rage kept his eyes forward and didn't look back. His only mission was to deliver his sister to his father. He must be mind linking the rest of the pack now.

Just then, Storm's feeling was back. A whirlwind of darkness was directly next to the siblings, matching the future Alpha Kings' top speed. Storm looked over and made eye contact with the most piercing blue eyes, just like the man in the bush. She gripped her brother tighter but couldn't keep her eyes off of those eyes.

Storm should be terrified. She knew that, but a sense of calmness engulfed her. Her eyes stayed focused on the blue eyes shining brightly against the deep, black coat until the eyes once again flashed the bright yellow, gold once more, "Brace yourself, Princess."

Rage let out the loudest howl he could to alert others and skidded to a stop. Storm held on tightly to stop from barreling over. When she looked up for the black wolf, she couldn't find him. Rage took a defensive stance right when a black shadow slammed hard into Rage's side, surprising both twins. Storm flew off of Rage's back with force right into a large tree trunk, knocking the side of her head.

She crumbled to the base of the tree on her side, feeling the blood run down her face and blurry her vision. She watched the blur of Fire and Darkness dance around each other. It must be the two wolves fighting...

Her vision was blurry, and she fought to keep her eyes open until finally, darkness overtook her, and Storm passed out.