The Alpha sat on her stone perch. Watching the creeping wolves beneath her feet that she had been commanded to protect by the spirits of her ancestors. Her long white legs held her slim frame atop the smooth cold stone. Her sharp blue gaze watching the daily life of the pack she called family. However, Vyatur was not some slobbering mutt. She was unique. Different from the normal definition of a wolf. Her black wings folded close to her body, catching up the warmth of the golden sun that beamed upon her pack. Vyatur and her pack were a group of winged wolves. Although they were not the only ones. They were the most blessed. The ancestors favored them over the other winged packs. Due to their integrity, loyalty, and kindness. They were the noble winged wolves. And the Ancestors showed their love of the Skyfeather pack, by blessing their plumage with colors of bright and amazing beauty. It was her duty to make sure this pack stayed the favorite of the ancestors. But she had another duty to herself. To find a mate. So her bloodline may be passed down, and the next great Alpha will be there when she leaves to join the stars.