Starks

By the

• La Loba

  There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
  
  At a very young age Christina lost her parents when a war broke out through a rival pack. She watch how they burned down most of the village and killed others. She a lucky one, hidden in a secret passage that was underground built in the main hall. Where most women and children stayed until the air was clear. Leaving them in nothing but rumble the Alpha who was her uncle had only one choice but to rebuild and that they did. Taking the pack months the put back what once was and a memorial to be built in the honor of those who were lost on that tragic day. Over the years Christina learned all the tradition's of her pack's way. As they went of to adventure the land of Spain and learn new things, and make friends with other packs. For all the evil had left the air until that one rainy night. When the moon was pale and wide the rival pack had come back to fight Christina's uncle the Alpha so that they can lead and take control of their pack.
  Christina would watch her uncle finally be defeated for he was now twenty year's older than the last war that broke out. He fought the fought tooth and nail yet in the end the elder was just to old. Christina thought than she had to run and run as fast as she could for she would not be tamed by these rivals. Grabbing all the she could the she-wolf ran off under the shadows of that full moon. Never to look back on a pack that had taught the femme everything she knew. Day's went by as she found herself in the city of Madrid with large building and noisy streets it was much for her to get use to.(to be continued)