Author's Notes: All characters are © to me, the name's Aragon and Stry are Rp characters that I have played on a few sites and were originally from the fiction book 'Wolves of Time' which is what my fanfic is loosely based around. All ideas are © to me also.

CHAPTER ONE

He could remember the words his mother had said to him as his sister went into labor a few years ago. He had been sitting quite still for hours his eyes locked on her face, concentrating on the way every feature seemed to screw up with pain and her mouth crumpled with exhaustion. To Anataire this was torture, a way that males made the female's pay for doing something wrong, and everything about it was horrible. But he had been ever so young then, his fur had hardly thickened and he was no larger then a cat. His mother had come to his side and gently placed her paw on his head, her soft eyes melting as they met his. Again the cries of frustration seemed to escape his sisters mouth and tears of hatred seemed to stream from her eyes and she cursed everyone, her mate and her mother, her father and even Anataire.

" Why does it hurt her? She said that pups were magical and she's cursing them now" Anataire looked at his Mother, innocence in his eyes and worry apparent in the way he seemed to fidget, his need to comfort his older sibling growing. His mother only laughed gently and licked at his cheek before settling her eyes on her daughter once again. In truth it hurt her to see her own child in so much pain, but there was nothing she could do to sooth her, she could just wait. Again Anataire asked his question and his mother moved her eyes to him once more.

"It does hurt, a lot, but it is natural and your sister is strong. She is giving life to the world, and although she curses…it is beautiful"

Anataire turned his eyes back to his sister and at once he saw it. The delivery itself was not beautiful, it was disgusting and he could not stand to watch a second longer, he had turned to bury his face in his mothers fur, feeling the warmth wash over him, taking in her scent. The calling of his sister was what woke him up and the young male pup did not waste time in running to her side. There they were, two pups, curled up together their little bodies warm. And Anataire saw the beauty.

But now, he paced, to and fro his hackle's raised and his heart racing. There was not a soul to stop his anger from boiling and even so no member of his pack was stupid enough to. They stood back, laying or sitting to one side of the cave, their own faces set hard with worry or disagreement. The sounds of panting were the only noise, besides Anataire's own furious muttering and the cluttering of his claws on the hard rock ground. For a moment the enraged alpha male lifted his head to gaze into the blackness at the end of the cave, where it grew narrow and the roof low, enough for only one wolf to move about, the place where his mate and the alpha female of these wolves were giving birth. A discontented grumble was let loose from his mouth as he spun around once more and continued to pace. The entire pack had agreed a long time ago, during the birth of Anataire's first litter, that it was not wise to disturb the pack alpha at such a time, yet even now they had to exchange glances. The Alpha male's temper was famous, but so was his determination and skills at leader, which was the main reason why the pack was flourish at the moment, they were 16 strong, the best they had ever been, even when Anataire's father had been alpha.

"That's it I've had enough"

The loud growl escaped Anataire's mouth and he lunged towards the darkness. No wolf went to stop him. They knew that Anataire had a temper, but it was little compared to that of his mate and the alpha male would be told of enough by the enraged mother of his two litters. Yet surprisingly enough one voice did ring out in protest. It was not a deep voice of a full grown male, nor was it young and naïve. It was clear and calm, that of a adolescent nearing his adult stage. The speak was a black wolf, and everything about him screamed power, the way he lifted his head towards his father, the way he seemed to stand and float gracefully towards him and sit himself back down at his fathers side. Yet he was not dominant, probably one of the lowest in the pack and this was obvious, as he seemed to melt in size at his father's side and lick his chin carefully.

" I wouldn't father" the black male repeated. " Mother will let you see them when she is ready, disturbing her now might be dangerous. If she panic's and attack's you, or…something happens to the pups" He fell silent at his father warning glare and moved back to the cave wall. Anataire watched as his son moved off, allowing his hackles to settle on his back again.

"Aragon is right, it no good us just laying here doing noting. Aragon, you and Terservic look for something to eat, anything at all."

Both the dark Aragon and his lighter brother nodded and moved off with out a sound, many wolves watch them go. And so it went on Anataire sent out the various groups with task that could not possibly be completed for sometime, and such was his aim. Now alone in the dark cave he felt himself relax once again. His eyes moved off to the back once more peering into the darkness, unsure of whether he had seen a little paw amongst the black.

Anataire could remember when he had first laid eyes upon his future mate and back then it had not been a passionate love or harmony that they had felt. He had been young then, his body unscarred and strong, his mind softer yet still determined and his heart set on leadership. He had been patrolling the border and would have continued doing so dutifully had something not distracted him. It had started off as a movement in the corner of his eye, something he shook off with ease, but the more he saw it the more unsettled he became. Growling with frustration he had spun around before being bawled over by a slim silver beast. Anataire growled in anger and pushed upwards with his paws, feeling them press against the slim creatures belly and send her flying over his shoulder. Heaving himself of the ground the young male spun only to be hit around the face and sent sprawling onto the ground. It was a light chuckle that awoke him and as he raised himself once more, almost red with embarrassment he saw the creature that had so easily overpower him. She was slim and coated in silver and grey, her eyes dancing wickedly as they watched him, full of malice and hatred yet laughter.

"Who the hell are you" he spat, no longer in the mood to do anything but rip this wolf apart. However the only reply he got as another cascade of silvery laughter, which happened to ring out of her mouth like bells. That just seemed to enrage him even more.

"You're not welcome here, now leave these lands"

But she was already walking towards him, her eyes now spilling with hatred.

"Grow up wolf, stop you're whining" and with that she left him, stunned and hurt, his pride now sore. Of course he had returned to the pack some time later and found her happily sharing kill with his family. He was told off for letting her in but to see that she was now accepted had ruffled his fur.

"ANATAIRE!"

The cry awoke him from his musings and the large wolf rushed into the darkness of his cave, his eyes settled on his mate, her beautiful silver coat glistening in the dim light, her eyes dancing, and there, right by her side, curled up next to one another, lay two pups. One looked weak, his head large and his body small, his cries barely audible, but the other. The other pup as strong and he suckled from his mother's teats and immediately Anataire felt himself melt. He was a father, once again.