From the Ashes

Chapter 12.

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Qotd - Female Or male main characters??

Gif to the side

I didn't stop running, and I refused to look behind me. I had to get home and tell Damon! Then again, if I told him he'd probably scream at Danica for letting me out late, and then ban me from training.

However this was too great an issue to ignore.

I had no idea who the wolf was, though I could infer he was sent from my bother's pack. As for the woman in the cloak I had no idea as to whether she was a friend or foe. She did save me . . . but I still don't understand how she saved me. Either way, I had to transfer the news to Damon.

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Unknown POV***

 I waited a half hour before I dare to peek out from the underbrush. My eyes scanned the dark forest. The trees seemed like weeping figures of the dark as they swayed in the direction of the wind, the shrubbery following suit in it's movements.

Carefully, I ducked out of the shadows of the night, and into the clearing. My boots crunched the snow beneath me in each step I took towards the limp wolf. Crouching down, I examined him.

His eyes, glossy and distant, were lulled upwards and his tongue fell out of his mouth, his saliva dripping onto the snow. He was a deep grey, with dull yellow eyes. His fur was ruffled in all directions, as though he'd just been through a tornado and back.

I closed my eyes, for a brief second, cupping my hands over his ears.

"Re'im," I said. Within seconds, his memories played through my eyes like a scene in a movie.

"It is of law that a female should rule!" A man with dark eyes and a pointed nose shouted at a crowd of men who sat in a circle. Authority and law reeked around me.

"All laws, can be broken and bent," Another man said, his long hair in a pony tail behind his back.

"This is absurd. The balance of nature will be destroyed, chaotic even if-"

A man with a large belly held up his hand, standing up from the circle.

His deep voice rang through the conference room.

"The balance of nature is already destroyed, and already chaotic. Jonathan, I understand your concerns of a female heir. But we have other options to consider. The three heirs all differ of age. It is possible we may have to take upon a new name for the crown."

"Mr. Vermont, excuse me for saying," A new voice spoke. A man in the corner with dark hair rose from his chair. All eyes locked on him.

"But the bloodline must continue. As soon as we start to break from tradition, that's the beginning of our losses. Chaos and destruction are ladders to be climbed, and for years we've been climbing down. One of the heirs, of course needs to be of age, should succeed," He spoke and as he did, some nodded, and some broke into a rage of fury.

"This wrong!"

"You are not part of this government!"

Shouts and screams echoed through my ears.

"Each of the heirs are incredibly different, should the crown choose the wrong one, there will be no ladder, I can assure you that Peter!" Mr. Vermont shouted, slamming his fist on the table.

"Zacariah," Mr. Vermont said, staring at the man with a pony tail.

" We cannot risk another misguided queen."