Life of a Royal Mutt

4/13/08 - A lone black female struggled as she gave birth to a litter of four under the opening of a oak tree. The weather was horrible and stormy, and the wind caused a constant draft in the tiny oak den. The black fae was Adeline, a pathetic gamma of a strong pack. She had traveled far off the pack borders to have this litter, even if it was forced apon her. You see, Adeline was the lowest, weakest female in the pack and was usually abused by the stronger wolves. Amorous, the beta of the pack,  had begun to take a liking to Adeline. After a while Amorous had finally gotten his way and became 'mates' with Adeline. But he didn't stick around for long. After Adeline began to conceive with the pups Amorous turned the alpha onto her, saying lies like she mated with a rouge. Stella's birth pack tried to keep a clean bloodline, therefor it was a dishonor to mate with a wolf outside of the pack. Her father was the closest brute to the high alpha role, and there for Stella was born into that type of power. Her birth pack has ancient morals which is passed down from generations, certain roles and ranks of pack members are not only visible by the actions a high wolf takes, but the painted symbols on them. Stella is considered a blue blood, which stands for royalty and high ranking, which is why her markings are blue. Her mother on the other hand is red blood, which is considered the lowest average.  Anyway, Adeline gave birth to three males, all resembling to her, and one white fae. "How strange." She thought. Both herself and Amorous were midnight black, although Adeline herself had shades of white within her. Crack! Adeline's ears perked at the sudden noise. It sounded like twigs, or even bones snapping. A cold shiver ran down Adeline's neck as Amorous peered his head into the den. "So nice of you to join us." He said as the rest of the pack surrounded the den. Now, I'm sure you see where this is going. The pups were taken away and Adeline was chased out of the pack, but Amorous decided to keep Stella.   As Stella grew up she learned to deal with an unsupporting father. She began to fend for herself ever since she was weaned and therefor is very skilled when it comes to hunting and better yet fighting. When she was old enough she left the pack, leaving her father behind. The first pack she came across was Tundra Wolves. She was greeted by a kind brute named Mikett who later on became close friends. She lived most of her life at Tundra, she started out as Omega and then worked her way up to Co. Alpha. She met many wolves, but the most she remembers where her close friends Hazel,Poetry & Tear, along with Mikett & Silver. She met many wolves and had many mates over the years. She can faintly remember much about them, but the names of them are burned into her memories. One she always remembers was Wolfa Howlz, he had been a great mate to her, and a supporting father. But he left, like all her other mates.  She had a great life at Tundra, but like all packs sooner or later they come to a stop. After many seasons Tundra died down and the pack split up. So Stella set off to find another pack. 
Although, finding another pack that felt like family was tough for Stella. She didn't find many, and the small ones she joined she didn't stay long. At this time Stella became a loner, just traveling territories, staying in the shadows, and using other packs supplies. Then, after a long time of traveling she found Black Mist. She an still remember how she was greeted there. Two wolves, probably the alphas, kindly greeted her and another two new brutes who happened to show up as she did. But without having much contact with wolves besides herself, Stella was very defensive and protective. After a few minutes of bickering and a little fighting, Stella and the other two brutes settled down into the pack. One of the brute she had quickly taken a small liking to, his name was Perro. He was a werewolf, but Stella still loved him♥. About a day after Stella was accepted she went to explore the territory when she heard a loud noise followed by more cracking and growling. She rustled through the bushes and saw Perro fighting off an unfamiliar and scary beast. It had a wolf like head, but the body of a man with hair all over. When she saw Perro being attacked she immediately sprang out from the bushes and attacked the rouge. She and Perro fought, and eventually the rouge fled. Perro's wounds were bad and Stella tried the best to heal them. She gathered cob webs and herbs and had Perro rest where lied until he could walk. After a day of caring for him Perro decided he was okay, but Stella refused to believe him. She took him down to the lake and washed his wounds and even tried hunt for him. But Perro, being a werewolf and all, would flash in and out of wolf form to human form regularly. He stayed him human form for a while, long enough for his wounds to heal. For three whole days and three whole nights Stella stayed beside him, never leaving his side. On day three, when Stella woke up she didn't find Perro any where. She thought he went to hunt, or simply took a walk to practice dealing with the pain, but when Stella tried to track him his scent was lost in the water. Reality then hit her, hard. Perro had left, without a good bye or even for a reason. He had told Stella how much he liked her, and she felt the same way. And now he just got up and left, leaving Stella with the same lost feeling she had gotten with her other mates. She's learned to rather stay single, for the feeling of a mate holds her down. Although at times she longs for the comforting feeling of a mate.She continues to travel, but nothing is ever the same.

Author's Note

This is OLD, it was a brief history for one of my characters I use to have.