Twinned Flame

Who Is She?

Sylvie wasn't expecting thunderous applause from her pack mates, it was expected of them to be uninterested in her achievements. To have them overshadow the applause of the guest packs with harsh murmurs at how she had to have cheated left her with a hollow feeling in her gut.

"That's Sylvie for the win!" Hugo shouts, she sets her bow on the table in front of her and turns to Hugo and bows low.

"Exceptional archery display wouldn't you say?" He gestures to the crowd, swinging his arm out until it reaches the Alpha's box.

"Alpha Heir Braxton, any words for our archers?" Braxton stands, smiling.

"I am in awe at the talent displayed here on our first assessment! A Congratulations to each of you." He keeps it simple, praising the pack as a whole instead of offering Sylvie her win. She doesn't mind, her achievements are the pack's achievements.

Back in the box, Braxton sits down as Hugo begins announcing the next assessment. Alpha Justin leans over to Braxton

"What's the deal with that she-wolf who won?" he asks. Braxton offers a smile which causes Alpha Justin to back up a bit.

"Her name is Sylvie, she was a rouge wolf pup my father found during the Uprising 25 years ago. He spotted her next to the corpse of what he assumed was her mother," Braxton explained, looking down at Sylvie as she packed up her archery equipment and stood off by herself as the second assessment began.

"My father took pity, but being of rogue blood, it was hard to integrate her into the pack. Some pack mates still have a hard time accepting her. Damien and Vincent were listening in, shooting each other a mind link

"25 years and they still haven't accepted her?" Vincent asked,

"This pack gets more and more suspicious," Damien said, looking over at Sylvie,

"She's pretty hot for a rogue," Damien inquired. He looked her over, she had dark black hair pulled into a small ponytail. He assumed untied it would most likely reach her shoulders. Her eyes were bright blue, even from this distance, he could see the icy color. She was dressed in rather provocative clothing, at least where Damien was concerned. She was wearing black shorts, potentially yoga, with a tight black tank top. What made it provocative was the leather body harness and matching garter caged harness. She also was wearing leather archer arm guards, and had small pouches for what he could only assume held meniscal personal items.

"I, for once, have to agree with you," Vincent said, doing his own once over.

"How many matches are we expecting to see today?" Alpha Justin asked, drawing the two brothers back into the conversation.

"There are a total of 5 assessments. Not every recruit will be in every assessment though," Braxton explained. Justin nodded along with his explanation, turning his attention back to the newest match. Hugo was directing everyone's attention to the marksmen's area, explaining that each recruit had 10 minutes to fire their entire 15-round magazine at moving targets. Each target was worth a ceratin amount of points.

"Psst big brothers," Damien and Vincent looked down at their sister Jenny. Raphiel and her were staring intently at the two.

"Yes little sister?" they asked in unison.

"Can I learn archery too?" Jenny asked, turning back to the field and pointing over at Sylvie.

"She's awesome!" Jenny beamed excitedly,

"I'm old enough too, Ralphie is too," Jenny added. Nudging Raphael in the ribs, he glared at her.

"I don't want to shoot some stupid bow, I'd rather shoot a gun!" he yelled in the link causing the twins to wince. Braxton shot them a look, and they gave him a quick nod. There was no point in hiding that they were talking in their own mind link. Braxton looked them up and down, looked at the two younger ones in front of them, and then gave them all a cheek-stretched smile before turning back to the field.

"Creepy" The four siblings thought simultaneously.

"Next recruit, step up!" Hugo shouted into the mic. The Stone's looked back to the field to see Sylvia walking over to the shooting range. It seems she was competing in this assessment as well.

"Mark set, begin!"

Sylvie expertly loaded her glock, pulling out a magazine from the pouch on her hip and aiming. She fired her rounds. The 'ting' of the bullet hitting the metal could be heard with each round fired. When she finished, she popped the magazine to show it was empty and set the gun on the table. The field hand ran up and took the sheets of paper off each target, bringing them over to Hugo, telling him the point count.

"Sylvie with 98!" Hugo cheered. Sylvie bowed to him and then to the Alpha, going back over to her original spot with her equipment.

"Will she be in every assessment?" Beta Jessica asked, "She seems very gifted."

"She most likely will be," Braxton admitted, "She is one of the few recruits who opted to train on each course."

"We allow each recruit to settle into what they believe their strengths are, some are required to train in multiple things, but not all," Braxton explained.

"She's still a rogue," Alpha Gene pipped up with a 'bah' at the others interest in Sylvie.

"She still wont bring anything useful to a pack. She can't even join in the blood ceremony to be linked too!" Gene bickered. Beta Jessica rolled her eyes at her father and his archaic thinking. She wasn't at all surprised by his display.

"Come now Alpha Windsor, times are changing!" Alpha Justin boasts cheerily.

"A mere wolf these days could be alpha of a pack with enough backing," he laughed.

"If it wasn't for Beta Miles here, being a banger of a mentor, who knows he might have been running Smokehill pack!" he jested, nudging Beta Miles in the side. Miles smiled at him with an eye roll. Alpha Gene's loud grumbled 'gah' had Alpha Justin laughing louder.

"Have you ever leased a recruit to other packs?" Vincent asked, drawing the conversation to him.

"What do you mean?" Braxton asked.

"Like leased them to another pack to train their own recruits, or give the skills to train young heirs?" Vincent clarified. Braxton stared hard at him, then glanced at his brother.

"I'm sure we have, though it'd be my father's decision on who to 'lease' to packs and for how long," Braxton said air quoting the word lease with an unsettling tone. Vincent nodded at him, leaning back into his seat.

"I'm just saying, if your pack is so renowned for their warriors and garrison training, why not assist other packs in fortifying their own?" He said with a shrug, trying to lighten the conversational tone. Braxton turned back to the field.

"I find it easier to fill out a pack's entire guard instead," Braxton said standing.

"If you'll excuse me, Alphas, Betas, I'm going to pop out for a second." The group watched Braxton exit the box with his beta, Aelis, in tow.

"I'm not the only one who thinks that dude is the creepiest mother fucker on the planet, right?" Alpha Justin said after he was out of sight. The box, minus Gene who had visibly started to dose off, voiced their agreement.