A/N: This chapter shows some of the past of Phantom and also about Silver's anger. I hope you like it!

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"Phantom?" I asked questioningly, my eyes reflecting the full moon's light. I heard him grunt as if to say, "Go on." So, I continued, "We haven't really talked. I was thinking, do you want to tell some stories? Of your past? I'll tell you some, too," I add as I look back and forth between Phantom and Flegher. Phantom nods in agreement.

"About… oh, I don't know, ten months ago—?" Phantom looked over at his mother.

"Thirteen," the she-Wolf replied hastily. Phantom shrugged and made a noise before continuing.

"Okay, so, about ten months ago, when I was still in the Hikaylo Pack, well, that's when things went off of the hook. Timber and his goons came into my Pack's territory and that's where the mayhem began. He abused every weak and strong Wolf that wasn't tougher than him. Whoever crumpled beneath him, he exiled. The ones who took the beatings and maybe even fought back were his. He's completely taken over the Pack by now, probably. Whatever Wolves Snowfear has sent are probably dead by now if they stayed there." I knew what he was talking about. He meant Sythenil. "Even when I was there, the prey numbers were dropping by the dozen because of the immensity of Timber's Pack, and it sure doesn't help that most of my Pack's land is covered with deserts. Well…" he thought for a second, "Mom is a little… on the older side, so she couldn't stay. We found an old Wolf carcass near the Gap, so everyone assumed it was her. But I guess it wasn't—"

"It was an older Wolf from a different pack, I believe," Flegher cut in, "and I had realized that the she-Wolf could pass for being me, so I took the chance and ran across the mountains towards the Tundra. And I made it this far."

"Anyways," Phantom said with a play-growl, "I was left alone, not that I couldn't fend for myself. I was a fully capable one-year-old. I created elusive strategies to stay away from Timber and his Pack. My friend joined, and soon we had our own mini-revolutionary gang. We kept to the thick brush and lower trees," this comment I smiled too, remembering the strange way he had gotten on the tree limb the first time I had ever seen him. "But a couple of them were caught by Timber and killed, or something. I didn't hang around to watch, even though I feel pain stab at me whenever I think about that time. Like, what if I could have done something more than just left them? I mean, I know I could've, but…." I put a sympathetic paw over his foreleg. Phantom glanced up and then commenced his story again. He coughed to clear his throat. "I stayed in hiding while Timber slowly began to take over, his pack invading our land and feasting on our only prey. All of my friends and family became servants to the tyrant. They had no other choice," Phantom said throatily. "Then, one day, the Gates appeared, and I talked to Lupus, just like you did. And then, after that, I left. Everything was colder than the average winter. And it was more barren and empty."

"Do you think there could be another war?" I asked timidly.

"That's not the question," Flegher replied softly, her eyes wide with almost fear as she continued. "The real question is: when will the war come?" I could feel my heart stop, my marrow become frosted over. Flegher was the real deal. She knew what a war looked like. There was a strange silence between us as we all looked down at the dirt and at our paws solemnly. "So," Flegher inquired, trying to break the stillness, "what did Lupus want?" She asked the question almost like it was a normal, every-day thing to be called upon by Lupus. I glanced over at Phantom.

"We needed to become mates," I said, blushing slightly. "And," I continued, "I need to… erm… give one of my… um… pups to Bane. Then Lupus will be able to create a new Pack down South," I said hastily, my face flushed.

"Sounds interesting. Maybe it could stop at least part of the war," Flegher muttered to herself. I looked over at Phantom, worry in my eyes. I didn't want to be part of this Deal anymore. I wanted to watch my pups grow up, and what had Lupus done for me? Like, seriously? Become my matchmaker?! I snorted softly to myself at the thought. Who knew, maybe this was all just a nightmare. Maybe I would wake up tomorrow morning and be back home. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them from falling down my face. I wiped them away with my foreleg as I got up and walked off. I couldn't stay by Flegher and Phantom. I just needed some alone time.

"Where are you going?" Phantom asked, brow raised. Oh, Lupus! Seriously?

"I need to be alone for a bit!" I snapped, my hackles bristling as I stormed off, my claws kicking up dirt behind me. As soon as I got out of eye sight, I could feel regret wash over me like a flood. I bit my lip as tears clung to my eyelashes. My legs felt almost weak as I lay down, my eyes blinking over and over as I tried to clear the tears. Lupus, why did they have to think of this stupid Deal? Why was it me? I just wanted a nice, happy life with no interferences. I curled up, my chin resting on my silvery tail. Of course. I knew why it was me.

"It's because I'm Snowfear's daughter, isn't it?! Well, how about Galaxy?" I screamed to the grey, ominous clouds looming above the pines. "Have you seen what Snowfear's done? Why any of us? Why…." I cut off, gasping for breath. I couldn't find words to say. I had too much anger and hatred within me. "Why?" I asked pitifully. I sucked in my breath, coughing. I couldn't yell anymore. I couldn't talk. I was caught up in my own fury to say anything else. I creased my brow as I thought of one thing I wanted to really say so that way I could spit it out before my thoughts became overwhelmed with anything else and I'd forget it. Then I thought of it. "If I don't give Bane my pup, and you don't create the other Pack, than it's even! Hear me? IT'S EVEN AND LESS WOLVES WILL GET HURT!" I howled, my throat becoming hoarse. I shook my head, my tears now streaming down my cheeks. I collapsed back onto the ground, my face buried in my paws. Whatever happened, I wasn't going to be part of the Deal.

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