Where do I start? I guess I should start with my birth. There may have been events before that with bearing on my life, but this is my life story so they can be told by another teller. Back to the tale, my birth was on the night of a half moon, not important to everyone, but you could say I come from a special family. The direct descendants of the Proginator Wolf, so my birth was always going to be a special occasion. Childhood was uneventful, brought up in some small town, always told I was better than the other children, because of my bloodline. I actually took those words to heart. I guess life would have been easier if I hadn't. Then at the onset of puberty, things started to change, my senses became more acute, and when I got angry, I really got angry, and always around the half moon. My father just watched the changes knowingly, obvious that to him this was meant to happen, and that it was a good thing. I must have been 14 when I first changed. Was a frightening experience, and was to that of a wolf.

The next year was just pure confusion for me, I learnt all about what it meant to be a Garou, but most of all I learnt all about what it meant to be a Silver Fang, and I didn't like what I learnt. This was compounded on my 15th birthday when my father advised me that he had chosen a mate for me, I could not believe my ears. She seemed nice enough, a lost descendant of the Russian Royal Family, but I was 15. I told my father that I was not ready to choose to spend my life with someone, and he told me that was not my concern, that it was not a lifetime issue, just that she needed to be the mother of my child in order to keep the bloodline pure. Well I certainly did not like this and I said so, but not in so many words, which resulted in my first, and my last beating. Two days later I left my family, left my tribe, all ties severed and with the promise made that I would never sire cubs.

The next 8 years were not wonderful, traveling from city to city, my arrogance inspired by fireside talks, and by my blood itself, sure I was better than everyone else, I looked down on all. It was a miracle I survived those years, but I found a job working for the king of the land, writing and deciphering code. It wasn't great pay, but it was a job that made you feel important, and that's what I needed. Now I think back I cant even remember how I got the job, and it seems awfully suspicious, but I digress. Was the mid winter of my 23rd year when my boss approached me and told me that they no longer needed my services, but that there was a man in the name of Virgil De Force that was interested in my services. As if I had a lot of choice I went to meet this man in the new year. It was a rather unnerving experience, he had several friends with him, and a rather large wolf, obviously I was used to being around wolves, but this one was huge, and she had a red tuft of flame in her fur on the back of her neck. Thankfully she seemed to like my smell.

Then came a stunning revelation, they'd heard of me from my tribe, they knew who I was, they were offering to let me join their pack. It was all rather shocking as you can imagine, I'd completely pushed aside that side of my life. I suddenly realised that as I was considering this I was stroking the great wolf's fur, and also that she probably was not a normal wolf. Now there was a situation to step back from and talk your way out of, growling she wolf, mouth about the right size to encompass my whole neck, and her eyes seemed rather intent on that very neck. I think I managed to smooth it over by complimenting the wolf, which got me some odd looks from the others I must admit, but then who could blame them.

So yes I joined the pack, but the name of the pack is not, neither is the names of those involved. In fact to mention the names would just be to glorify the actions of those searching to be tainted. Yes Mr De Force was very much a friend progression, and all things developing. He carried smoke powder, his armour was made from refined steel, the overlapping plates carefully arranged to distribute the force, and his sword seemed to have a dark element about it. The only one who did not seem to have unhealthy interests was the wolf, and we grew close, yes very close. I once again found the passion for changing, and started spending more and more time in the form of the wolf. I made a fine wolf, still do I guess, and it was not long before we were mated. She even took me back to her tribe, the Red Talons, and they accepted me in. Even now I hold some respect among her people, and yet with the events to be detailed below I can not see why.

It did not take long before a natural order of responsibility was established within the group, a Wendigo Ahroun was Alpha, but he was about as diplomatic as an ice age, he recognised my talents and in times of peace I became Alpha, always standing down for him in times of war, and yes it worked well, it worked damn well. The pack with its varied skills and abilities was almost unbeatable. My mate was not totally content with me holding the position of Alpha, yet she wished none other in the position, she was torn by this, but finally accepted that it should be me.

For 10 years our pack traveled, always the same structure, and through many difficulties we always came out on top. Nothing from without could halt our meteoric gain of power, of glory and of fame. But something from within could, slowly a rift started to grow within the group, I should have seen it sooner, but looking back I know now that my mind was being played so I would not. Virgil grew ever discontent that he started the pack, but no power rested with him, and he worked his way with words to the others, and I was the target of that blame and hate, but at this time I was not to know this.

The events now are clear in my mind, clear in the nightmares that hold me each night, as my mate and I were retiring to the woods outside of the town the pack was staying in at that time a strange feeling overcame me, it was as if I was being opened up to something new, and there was nothing I could do about it, like I was an outsider, pushed to the back of my mind, and forced to watch, my lips moved, and sound came out, but it was not my voice, it was Virgil's, and he was speaking to my mate, his words I could just make out. "Now fetid bitch you must choose, kill your mate, or die" The howl of defiance from the wolf was a clear response and I felt my form starting to change, not to that of a wolf, but to solid silver, I watched in horror through my own eyes as claws of silver grew from my hand and reached out to rend my mate.

I dont know if I imagined what happened next, but I am sure I heard the wolf speak, I am sure, but it was not possible. The words I heard were "I forgive you Dream, these are not your actions, kill them, honor your mate" As the last word was spoken the claw, my claw, came down hard and fast, slamming into her side.

In that moment something within me broke, however Virgil had taken my mind it was now free, and I was angry, stepping into the umbra I laid chase and hunted down each and everyone of them, blaming all, even though I had proof only against one.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe I should have just walked away. Who knows? All I knew was I was on my own again, more so than I had ever been before, because I had know there was more, known what I was missing, and it ached, deeply ached within me. I traveled, and that's all I did, never stopping, for a week I walked suddenly. Then I found myself in a castle, there was a scent there of Garou, I thought I would investigate, I needed a new pack, I needed that hole in my life filled.

Then I met Oriencor, I knew she was someone special the moment I saw her and her scent proved that true. I asked her of the Garou within the realm and she told me she was the Alpha of the pack. Sometimes luck is actually on your side, and I guess this day it was. We talked for a brief while and she invited me to join her pack. I could not turn such an offer down, so I accepted. She seemed open and honest, and not in the least bit the way I would imagine a Black Fury to be. Well that was not so long ago from now, not a lot more to say, I have adopted an orphan cub of the pack known as Danae and since our initial meeting Oriencor had marked me as her mate. For her it was a matter of convenience, to save me from the attentions of others. For me it felt like much more. But now its over, the politics of her position have ended the relationship. Two mates lost in under four months. I am unsure how much more I can take. If only there was someone I could talk to, but who................

..........and yes I met someone. Like many who are living in troubled times I went to the church. No not the Temple of Artemis, but to the church I believed in. The Church of Luna. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was Luna's guidance I'm not sure. Never overly religious I am willing to accept either but it was meant to be. She'd lost her own temple to some acid rain. No not the sort that kills crops, the kind that melts stone. Yes she'd fallen on troubled times, and I'd been tending the old shrine of Luna in the mountains. It seemed stupid for her to stay in the temple of Artemis while there was room in the cave at the shrine so she moved in with me. Now I guess I should add something at this point. During my adventuring days I did actually manage to do some good. In response to a quest I did for Luna I was offered a Fetish or a Kiss. I was the only one in the group that took the kiss. As much as I believed in any religion I believed in Luna, and what would I have done with a sword? Dropped it most likely, cut my self, who knows. Now the reason I had to mention that was that Natalya could see that kiss, being the High Preistess of Luna. She decided it was some sort of sign that we were meant to be together, and well maybe it was. If our first child was to be a sign of anything it was how good life will be from now on. She even let me call her Scarlet after my former mate. Such a darling little girl, has her mothers eyes but my hair for sure. Of course now there's another child on the way, the plan is to cover that little hill with little people I think