Lupa, Queen of the Wolves, glared at the humans from her hiding spot. They had set up camp in the middle of a clearing- a clearing in which belonged to Lupa, along with everything else in this stretch of woods. As she watched the humans roast a fat pig over the fire, Lupa felt a wave of anger wash over her. These greedy, spiteful humans had dared to come into her territory, had dared to hunt and murder half her pack, and now they had the audacity to hunt and eat her game?
Lupa could feel a growl work its way through her and she fought to quench it. The humans may be as death as a leach, but the hunting dogs that walked beside them weren't. The hunting dogs were traitors to their own kind. Lupa may have called herself Queen of the Wolves, but her reign extended to all canines.
There would be no mercy for the traitors.
Lupa sniffed the air. Something in the air caught her attention. There was the scent of change and something that smelt somewhat familiar.
Never mind that.
Lupa raised her head and howled a howl so deep, it rattled deeply in everyone's bones. The humans stopped what they were doing and that was when Lupa's pack-brothers and sisters burst forth from their hiding places and started to attack the humans.
Roaring with bloodlust, Lupa through herself into the fight. The humans that saw her coming cried out in fear. One swipe of her sharp claws silenced them. Her pack brothers and sisters were the size of normal wolves but Lupa herself stood twice the size of them. Her fur was darker then black and her amber eyes Flashed in the darkness. Her sharp claws sliced everything they came into contact with and her even sharper teeth tore out the throats of the humans.
Lupa was like a hurricane- she tore through the ranks of the humans, obliterating them all. Eventually, the killing ceased and Lupa stood, blood dripping from her claws and mouth. All the humans were dead. All except for one.
The last human was small, possibly a cub. He was brave, Lupa would give him that. The boy was visibly shaking but he met Lupa's gaze and held it. There was something familiar about him… a sort of memory that was long forgotten.
One of the wolves made a move towards the boy but Lupa snapped at it.
No! This one is mine! she snarled. The wolf bared his teeth at her but backed down. She padded slowly towards the young boy, her head tilted slightly to one side.
"L-Lupa?" the boy stammered. Lupa pursed. No human should know her name. Unless this young human was-
No! That was impossible!
The boy spoke again.
"I know who you really are, Lupa. I have come to you for help. Lucius is going to Raise the Dragon and we need to stop him."
Lucius? Lucius was going to Raise the Dragon? Lupa thought. This was bad, very bad. If Lucius succeeded in Raising the Dragon…
Lupa looked at the young boy and suddenly she knew who he was. Lupa struggled to shape her mouth to form one single word;
"Nephew," she growled.