An older Werewolf watched his mate and 4 pups.
"I'll go hunting." He whispered to her.
"First, Markov, name our pups." She said.
"Of course, Lilicia." He smiled at her.
"I named the female Mariacus." Lilicia laughed.
"Keiran, Mark and Tiberius." Markov whispered as he watched the four wiggling pups.
"Keiran, Mark, Tiberius and Mariacus." Lilicia looked at Markov.
"And Lilicia with Markov." He looked down at his mate.
"Hunting." Markov walked into the woods to go hunting…
For the last time.
A vampire boy looked at the silver wolf by it's - his- scent, a Werewolf.
He didn't smell the new Borders Lucio set up.
The vampire watched as a large pack of wolves descended on the Lone silver wolf.
He gasped as a huge tan he-wolf walked to the front of the line and slashed the silver wolf's flank, sending the pack howling. Blood-lust.
"Lucio." The vampire boy croaked out, and the tan wolf whipped around.
By the time the pack was where the Vampire boy was, there was no trace of him.
They turned to Markov, who was laying dead on the ground.
Lilicia clutched her four pups to her chest.
"Markov." She sobbed.
One, a blue-green, and the other a light gold.
"Mark." Lilicia stared at him, his wheat blonde fur golden in the fading light.