RANKS~ Blood Thane Pack

Luna- Amara (Alya)- saratank

Alpha- Picked in the RP

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Beta- Anthony (Axel)- AppleBottomJeans

Beta's mate- Nix (Feather)- Flying Nugget

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Healer- Max of 3

Ferris (Aleun)- Lumi

Tuska (Snake Bites)- Wink of Keris

Isabelle (Isa)- Flying Nugget

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Delta- PM to claim (just in charge of training those who just turned 18 to help them battle with their wolves)

Hunter (Lilith)- Nirvana_Sky

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Omegas- Unlimited (Regualr ranks, not here as punishment)

Killian (Zane)- saratank

Heather (Shade)- The Mystics

Rowna (Fenrir)- Lightning Chasers

Hope (Nebula)- Lightning Chasers

Dallas (Texas)- Nightwalkers

Willow (Sirius)- Wolfborn

Tate (Maximus)- ~Ulitimapack~

Claire (Skylar)- saratank

William (Code)- Charlie

Wendy (Siren)- Charlie

Nathan (Jason)- ~UnlimitedPack~

Lucas (Aspen)- Spiritus Lunae

Salvator (Balthier)- Cereal

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Unmated (males) of other packs~ Max of 5, no older than 22

Chandler (Menadite)- AppleBottomJeans (Alpha of another pack)

Neo (Alaska)- Cicatrize

Simon (Solar)- Charlie

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Unmated wolves will be colored Blue. All others will be black to help with pairings.

MATES~

Ferris x Claire

Killian x Tuska

Anthony x Nix

Isabelle x William

Wendy x Tate

Nathan x Deceaced female

Amara~

Amara was up before the sun even touched the mountains. Her blue eyes stared out the window, the orange specks within becoming obvious as the sun's light dared to start touching the top of the pack house. Her hair was unbrushed still, as she turned to walk to the bathroom that resided in her room. Amara was grateful to have the top floor to herself that had her bedroom, a large bathroom and closet, along with another room that she turned into an art studio.

The pack house wasnt as large as others, being only five stories tall. The beta's lived below her, the Delta on the middle floor, a few rooms on the second, the kitchen, laundry room, game room and living room on the bottom floor. While it might not have been as large as other pack houses she had seen when she was younger, it was a little larger than a few she saw, but she had assumed by now those pack houses were built up to help house more members.

Amara reached the bathroom and grabbed her brush, running it through her hair as the thought of her ceremony arose. She still wasnt sure if she wanted to use the pack colors, blood red and black, or have her own. After all, she hated the pack name. Years ago when the pack formed, her Great, great great grandfather, if not more generations back by now, wanted to be known as the Alpha to be feared, and he was, but after what happened a few years ago, their pack wasnt one to be feared. In fact, she assumed most packs saw them as weak. Losing a little over half the pack, it was horrible. The bloodshed, and Amara had been too young to even fight. Even now, she was still too young not having her wolf.

Amara shook her head as she finished brushing her hair. Pulling it back into a braid she made her way down the stairs, reaching the porch just in time for the sun light to barely touch the wood below her feet. She leaned against a large pillar on the porch as she started to somewhat crave a cup of coffee. She stood there another moment before she made her way to the kitchen and started a pot before she thought she heard other pack members starting to stir.

Wendy had just woken up from her sleep. She didn't know what to think about how they had losted over half of the pack. Wendy never really liked the other packs. She went to the bathroom and brushed her hair. She threw on a plaid skirt that was red and a black t-shirt. Wendy walked out of her room and down stairs.

Wendy headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She went to the coffee pot to make some black coffee. She hadn't heard anyone get up yet because she wasn't paying attention. She didn't know if the Luna was up yet but didn't want to wake her up so she made the coffee. She went head and made some pancakes for herself.

She didn't know if anyone would wake up yet but she poured her a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table with the pancakes. She wondered about how her wolf was doing after the fight. Then she heard Siren say she was fine so Wendy didn't think about it anymore. Wendy was still upset about the battle because she had lost a close friend in it. She took a drink of the coffee and thought aabout what the day would bring.

Salvatore/Balthier

Sal felt exhausted, and not to mention, in pain. Internal and external amount of pain. He opens his eyes, taking in a whiff of air as he stares blankly at the ceiling. He feels numb after what happened to his old pack-cursing the day those rogues came and just...no. He doesn't need to think about it. It'll make him angrier than he already is. "Balthier." A whisper left his lips, blinking slowly. However, no voice called to him. His mind was quiet-the upbeat wolf was silent. That wasn't right. Sal sits up, using his elbows to help himself up. "Balthier." His tone was demanding, having little to no concern towards his wolf. Again. Nothing. Sal frowns harder, pushing himself out of bed. He was trying to calm down, yet his wolf not talking to him wasn't helping. He huffs, rushing to get himself ready for the day. Quickly Sal slipped on his clothes and cleaned his face with cold water before heading out.

His stomach starts grumbling as he craves something to eat. However, he didn't turn back. He was trying to find a way to bring his wolf out-to at least talk about what happened. Storming off into the forest with his hands shoved in his pockets, "Come on. Say something!" Sal stops for a split second, believing that he felt something. A false alarm, leaving Sal alone in the woods right now. He huffs, nostrils flaring, and a growl rumbles in his throat. Yes, he was thankful that Amara saved him, but that doesn't bring his pack back. Not to mention, he wasn't born in this pack. From what he feels, he's just an outcast. As such, his attitude towards everyone isn't pleasant. Amara is the only one who doesn't receive his attitude. Well, the full of extent of it. He places his hands on his hips, closing his eyes as he tries to calm down. "Great. Useless mutt." A werewolf not in touch with his wolf is a bad thing. He kept walking with his eyes straight. Sal walked for quite a bit until his hunger overcame him. With his hunger being a distraction, he decided to head back.

So, he reluctantly does. Entering the pack home again, and makes sure to avoid the others as they begin to stir. Heading into the kitchen and didn't acknowledge the two women there. Sal knew they were there, but he paid no mind to them. Currently, he was searching through the cabinets to find something to eat. Finding himself a box of cereal, shaking it to see how much is in there. Slamming the box on the counter, and crosses his legs while he stands. His fingers tap on the surface, with his eyes of gold burning with fury. He'll stay here until he has enough strength. To add, get reconnected with his wolf who's in hiding. Now he was feeling both hunger and anger: hangry. His lips twitch, and his eyes grow dark.

Claire~

Claire slowly stirred as she lifted her head from the pillow. She hadnt been feeling well the past few days, and learned the night before that she was a few weeks along in a pregnancy. *New life will be good for the pack* she thought. In the past three years, there hadnt been a lot of pups born, but then again, after losing half the pack, it was amazing that more of them werent dead.

Claire slid out from the bed, not having told Ferris yet about the pregnancy, but wanting to wait, she got dressed into a sweatshirt and sweat pants before she made her way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee hit her, but she knew she would need tea instead and started to brew some. She spotted Amara and gave a polite nod of the head. "Morning Luna" she said with a smile. When Amara nodded back, taking her own coffee out front to sit on the porch, Claire sat at the table near the counter as she waited for her tea to be done brewing. *I hope she is better than those who attacked us* she thought. She knew Amara's emotions were running high. After all, it was nearly three years ago exactly when the pack was attcked. Claire remembered the day almost like it was yesterday. She helped a few others too young to shift and fight hide, inclusing Amara who was stubborn enough to try and still fight. The young Luna would have gotten herself killed had it not been for another helping Claire keep all the young ones safe.

When her tea was done, she debated on how she would tell Ferris, and when. She more than likely wouldnt tell him during the ceremony, or really any time tonight. *Perhaps in the morning* she thought. She thought about the ceremony that night. Amara wasnt even 18 yet, and didnt have her wolf, but as a pack who had her as their Luna the past three years, it was time, and when she gained her wolf, they would all be there with her.

Neo {Alaska}

Rubbing his eyes with his pale skin, the lanky male rustled beneath his black sheets. His entire body hurt. His eyes, his head, his face, his back. All of it. He felt so young, but so old at the same time. He brushed his white hair back from his forehead, far enough to feel his undercut tickle his fingertips. He stunk. His nose wrinkled on his face and he got up. He sported shredded black sweats covered in stains. Some were bleach, some weren't. Some were red, and some were black. He took a shower and dressed himself. He wore black jeans and a black shirt over a black and white striped long-sleeved shirt. He wore a black choker, some heavy black leather work boots, and sported a chain that hung from a loop in his jeans to his wallet. As he walked towards the lower floors the mingling of scents, mates, nonmated wolves, breakfast, and much more caused him to cover his nose. His eyes, a piercing sky blue, finally settled on breakfast. His seat was near the head. In his pack the alpha has been oh so kind, to allow him to be beta. However, the poor alpha only got the gig because he'd found his mate first.

"Good morning Jack Frost!" A hearty chuckle left the lips of a younger individual.

Only being 18 and being alpha for half a year now, young Elias wasn't what one would expect-or want- in a leader. He was all about himself. Childish. Rude. Ignorant. However, it was mother's orders. Elias was Neo's half-brother. It was highly uncommon for half sibling to happen, as one only finds one true mate. This was a lie. Their mother was still a loose woman with a lust for power. She died on her conquest, leaving the Northern Winds Pack in the hands of a child. Neo had no drive, Neo had no mate, there was no benefit in having Neo.

Neo was the oddball of his many siblings. Neo was the only one with white and black hair. Neo was the only one that enjoyed his type of style. Neo was the only true white wolf. Someday he'd question if his parents had been his parents, his mother being a cream wolf, his father black and brown. Yet, the stories of his birth were one to tell.

However, Elias was a different story. Elias was tall, tan, curly chocolate locks, and a bit on the plump side. His mate, Katerina, was a slim busty blonde. One was a brown and cream wolf, the other cream and white. A match made in heaven. In Neo's case, it was hell. If Neo could find his mate before his 25th birthday, that'd be fantastic. He could challenge Elias for his birthright. However, Neo wasn't the most eager to flirt or interact with those around him.

"So Big Bro, you're going to that Blood Thane extravaganza for me, right?" Elias asked, licking syrup off his fingers.

Neo looked at him quietly, "You're supposed to be attending that. I'm surprised you haven't left already."

He poked the food around on his plate and he felt a sudden clap on his back. It was Katerina. She packed quite the punch in that tiny body.

"Well silly goose! Since my Ellie has been put in charge most packs look down on us! They don't like that a young'in in leading us. They'd feel a lot more comfortable with you showing up. Y'know, Brutus's son. The previous alphas kid. I know having the betas kid might not be your precise choice, but c'mon doll. Fakin' it is better than nothin' for ya," she sang to him with her fake southern accent which drove him absolutely mad.

"But everyone already knows-" "They'll think we're stronger if you pretend you took the throne from me," Elias interrupted, his mouth filled with waffle.

"Exactly. You can even say you killed him. We don't care. Just go on ahead and do it," Katerina said.

She took Neo's plate out from under him, taking it to the kitchen of the pack house. Neo took that as a sign to get moving before he was moved by force. He dragged himself up the stairs and to Elias's room. He needed his father's old suit. It was left in the very back of the closet in a box. He'd never been allowed to take it to his room, as his pack believed that the alpha's inherit the previous alpha's belongings. He pulled the suit out. It was a bit dusty but nothing a good shake wouldn't fix. The suit was mainly white. The black shoes were made of a foreign leather, the laces silver. A silk ascot would drape around the neck in colors of white, silver, and black.

Sighing, he took the suit and got dressed. He slicked his hair back, hiding his choker with the ascot. He wore a black satin dress shirt beneath his white vest and suit coat. It fit like a charm. Where one would put a handkerchief, a black rose was placed. The silver cufflinks held the old symbol for air on them. The sign of his pack. All that was left was the drive, and the charade would start.