Kaive, Kavik, Umbreon, and Dadona, all Alphas of their small packs. Living in the great forest, times are easy. Plenty of prey to go around, and lots of healthy new pups. But in the summer of the year 1934, everything went downhill. Trees began disappearing, leaving behind massive piles of rubbish, and Packs were cruelly left unguarded. The weak and useless wolves were cast out from their homes, and all creatures were battled over fiercly. Soon, Kavik and Kaive came to their senses. Joining together proved easy. The task that uprose was not. Umbreon and Dadona, who had joined to create a different Pack, were challenging their territory and prey hunting rights. Soon, war breaks out. After the War, Kavik and Kaive break off from each other again, collecting the tattered remaints of what warriors they have left. No pup or elder is left behind. Having completely wiped out the Other Pack, they are sure that times will become better and heal itself, but alas, no. Creampelts keep cutting down trees, and now, Kaive and Kavik have disappeared. The deputies are worried. In order for their rank to be proved, they must wait one moon-cycle until they can recieve the true honors of a leader. During this time, they are defensless. When two wolves become increasingly agressive towards the deputies, what will happen? Will Kaive and Kavik save the day? No. A litter of pups is born, and they have a prophecy set over their heads. It started with three pups, and those pups had the power to change history. Born into an Under Pack, they struggled to survive. The fourth one never opened his eyes. As they grew, played, and lived life to the fullest, Darren, their Uncle from Reluctant's Pack was plotting. He wanted to be Heir of a pack. The littlest male, Viro, was chosen as heir, although he didn't know it, and he was targeted by Darren. But over the time the heir became tired of his daily rotine and left the pack unguarded. While Viro was gone, having fallen off of a cliff with his carelessness, most of the wolves were out searching for him. When they returned, they found a heartbroken Brook and a furious Cahil. The remaining two pups had been taken by none other than Darren. The first female, the largest one, grew up with her Uncle Darren, taught in the way of fire and murder. The second pup was brough up with Pinni, a lone wolf formerly from the Calm Packs, their healer. The third pup, the male, lived in a cave, depending on Cashi the Dog to bring him food when he was injured. It was communlism. But one day the heir was to return, he found his pack dead, slaughtered. The only remaining royal line were the two females and Viro. Viro was dazed and upset, having seen Cahil's broken body lying ontop of a pointed rock, the tip sticking out through his ribs like an odd limb. Viro left the lands and promised to his dead parents that he would find who did this and murder them without way... It would be cold fury that drove him on. Throughout the next few days, the second female would be stocking up on medical supplies, water, and carrying bags, for Pinni had seen the extent of the Pack's gore, and decided to leave this forest to rest. While traveling, they fell upon a familiar face. Darren, now heir of Reluctant's Pack, stood, his niece by his side. The first female sniffed down at them with distain, and the second females blood boiled. Although Reluctant let them pass, they would not be so lucky the next time. For they had met Viro, who had joined Kaive's pack, and was readying himself for battle... Against his sisters. As they come face to face in battle, promising the other packs downfall, will they realize that they are kin? Will it stop them?