A/N: Hey everyone, Brazenark here I just wanted to say that there are going to be some chapters that are going to line up with the original story. For those of you who are reading this for the first time welcome for those of you who have been following this story for a while I'm sorry for how long its been summer is the busy time of year for me. Thank you for your patience. Anyways on to the story.

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The Wolf and the Princess

Introduction: Silver trailer

The world of Remnant is a dark, cruel place bent on destroying its inhabitants. This world exists on a fine line between order and chaos. The balance of these two forces is the core belief of many cultures and religions on Remnant. On the southern tip of the u-shaped continent of Sanus one such clan exists. This clan's village was built in rows of homes and shops around a central structure. The buildings where made in a way that they protected the villagers from the elements and provide a small amount of comfort but could also be left behind should the enemies of this clan should find it. These people are known as the Pack. The Pack is a large clan of assassins that works on both sides of every conflict. Those in the Pack are mostly wolf faunus with dual animal traits with wolf ears and tails. The faunus in this village are all well trained killers that do their work within the shadows across Remnant.

The six leaders of the Pack were sitting around a table in the center building that acted as the hub for all the operations for the assassins of the clan. There were three women and three men all dressed similarly; a dark grey chest plate with black trim with matching arm and shin guards, black padded shirt, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. Over this armor was a grey hooded cloak that got darker towards the end. "So, you're telling me to let you do this on your own, while the rest of the Pack works to infiltrate the White Fang. What are you thinking, Slade?" the white-haired woman at the head of the table asked the youngest of the three men sitting to her left, her ears and tail twitching slightly.

"Yes Mother, and everyone in the Pack as well as the White Fang needs to believe I have defected entirely. This way I can operate without the fear of the plan getting discovered," the silver-haired teen responded. "If we want to take down the White Fang we need to know their plans and they will be more likely to share if they believe the Pack is completely on their side. Especially you, our dear Matriarch."

"One, do you ever use that title unironically; two, do you think this plan will work, Slade?" asked the ravenette woman across the table.

"Yes, well about ninety-five percent sure," Slade said ignoring her first question.

"And the other five percent?" Asked the man to his right.

"We're all screwed, Byron."

"That's nice, so how do you suppose we convince everyone?" asked the woman sitting next to the Matriarch, as she idly played with her brown hair.

"Simple, if Mother excepts this invitation from those supporting the White Fang for our undivided support. I can announce my disagreement with this action and well," Slade looked at the message on the table that had sparked the discussion, "I must be exiled from the Pack. Mother would have to disown me."

"That's insane!" Slade's mother exclaimed as she stood up and slammed her hands on to the table. "You want me to basically make you enemy number one of the Pack?!"

"Do you have any other ideas Mother?"

"I will not risk the life of the only child I have left."

"Is it really a risk to my life when I can't be killed?"

This effected the older faunus as she sat back down running her hand through her hair she sighed. "What do the rest of you think?"

"If the Immortal thinks it will work then I say we go for it," the brown-haired woman said.

"I agree, while it will be difficult if we play our cards right we will benefit greatly for this plan," said Bryon as he stroked his blonde beard.

"I don't like this plan but at the moment it is the best one we have," the third male with blue hair spoke up.

"I'm already out voted but I feel like it needs to be said that I don't support this plan. Mostly because I don't think it is wise to let one of our best fighters be left without support. I understand you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but how will keep track of intel and obtain the information you need?"

"Can't tell you the less info I leave behind as far as that the better, Aunt Sara," Slade said.

"Very well, if everyone else is in favor of this plan than it will my support, just know that if anything goes wrong I won't hesitate to come drag you back here myself, Nephew."

"You can try."

"Well I guess it's decided then, Slade I want to speak with you more privately about this plan the rest of you may go." The four other leaders of the pack got up and left while Slade stayed seated looking at his mother with a calm expression knowing what she probably wanted to talk about.

"Ok, so how sure of this plan are you really, Son?" the Matriarch asked once the other leaders were out of the room.

"Thirty-five percent."

"What?!"

"That's considering the fact that there are nearly a thousand unknowns, a good chance the ones currently backing the White Fang will find us out a turn on us, and that my legion's members don't try and defect from the Pack over my exile." Slade leaned onto the table looking thoughtful.

"So, you are actually considering the possibility of failure? I never thought I'd see the day you were concerned about messing up."

I can't afford to be too arrogant right now. I know I can do this I'll build a network in Vale I can use to keep myself informed…." Slade paused for a moment. "Mother can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Pup," the matriarch said switching to the nickname she used when they weren't conducting Pack business.

"I know he's long gone, but what do you think Dad would have done?"

"I don't know, Pup, but I can tell you that he would probably be impressed with you plan and be ready to put into action as soon as possible. He'd probably tell you to take Carla and Tyson as well just to be safe though." Slade's mother smirked thinking of her dead husband. "Why do you ask?"

"That so. I just wonder if things would be different if they were all here."

"So how are we going to start this plan of yours, Pup?"

Slade smirked, "Let's hope that we are as good of actors as we think we are." With that the two faunus worked out how to stage the exile, after an hour or so more of planning they both went back to their homes to prepare. 'Guess I should go ahead and pack my stuff to leave. I wish it didn't have to come to this. Shadow.'

'Yes?' a voice spoke in Slade's head.

'We can't fail.'

'I thought as much, let's be sure to make this count.'

Slade walked to the Matriarch's hut a week later, after the arrangements with the White Fang had been announced. He steeled himself for what he was about to do. He burst through the door of the main building and pushed his way to the front of the crowd inside, his familiar silver hair pulled back into a loose, warrior braid, bangs falling over his right eye letting everyone know who he was. "Why have you allied our clan with those people, Wolf Mother?!" he shouted gaining everyone's attention at his use of the clan's honorific for the woman. "Why have you let them blind you this way?" He drew himself up, standing taller than most of the others at 6'10".

All the Pack's Alphas were looking at Slade now. He was dressed in his armor again, but he had a belt holding his sword, a tachi, two knives, and a large hand gun on his left thigh. His hood was kept down to show his face although he now wore a grey flat cap with black trim that covered his wolf ears that were laid flat underneath. His visible eye glinted Silver in the low light of the room, his wolf tail twitching with anger.

The Matriarch stood from her seat frowning at the pup that was confronting her with her own silver eyes flashing with power. "I do what is best for the Pack my child. The White Fang and its backers have promised to pay well for our services and said that they will pay extra if we give our undivided support." She looked at the young wolf standing before her and spoke again, "Surely you understand I do this for the Pack's honor."

"Breaking the balance that we have kept for generations will bring us no honor but will only disgrace us in the eyes of Mother Moon! There is no glory in their cause, not since they turned on their own ideals. They will drag us into the depths of corruption with them." He hoped that his acting was holding up, he knew that he was currently surrounded by the best the back had to offer if they did believe what he and his mother were saying their plan would fall apart.

"You bring disgrace to us by questioning my decision!" the Matriarch boomed, causing the rest to shrink back in fear. "I will lead our clan to a new world where faunus rule over humans, and we are demigods among men. I will protect our people Pup, and you should remember your place."

"You will only bring destruction and darkness to us," Slade said just loud enough for everyone to hear. "You will kill us all siding with the Fang they are lost, and you are following the blind."

That was it, the elder faunus had heard enough. she walked towards the unflinching teen and slapped him square in the jaw. "Leave this place traitor. I brand you a Lone Wolf and banish you from my hearth. Get out of my sight."

Slade stood there for a moment a scowl on his face then he smirked down at the woman, "At least I can say I'm not part of this pack of dogs anymore, Mother."

This only made all the onlookers gasp or growl at his statement. To call a wolf faunus of the Pack a dog was paramount to saying they were worthless. He then pulled out his hand gun and shot the howling wolf totem in the corner of the room as was the custom for one who was to leave the Pack and turned on his heel to leave. He stopped at the door not able to resist one last jab at the faunus behind him, "Oh, and Wolf Mother, forget I'm your son next time we meet. I'll be aiming to kill you and take back this clan's honor."

Slade walked out of the village after grabbing possessions the he had prepacked in two small cases and a backpack. No one challenged him. Only a few watched him go. They'd heard the shouting and the gun shot, they knew that it meant he was no longer one of them. He was now an outsider.

'I guess my plan worked for now," he thought to himself as he left, 'I just hope no one comes looking for me later it could cause problems if one of them found out. I trust the members of the pack to be able to keep their mouths shut, but I can't be too careful right now. I'm sorry everyone, but I have to do this.'

"I am now Slade Lone Wolf," he said as he vanished into the night heading for Beacon Academy. "Feels weird when I say it out loud."

A/N: Hey so what is going to happen as far as the rewrite is concerned is basically, I'm going to be adding new scenes and fixing continuity errors with the story up to chapter twenty-seven. I'm going to be posting the revision as often as I can and will do my best to stay a couple chapters ahead of what is posted hopefully, I don't completely mess up what you guys thought of my writing by doing this, but like I said in the announce when I reread the story I realized I had left numerous scenes out that should have been there. I didn't feel like doing a bunch a of flash backs would have helped the story at all. So, I'm fixing that thank you all for everything so far and I will do my best to be better about doing me job as an author deal? Deal.

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