ATTENTION, TRIGGER WARNING FOR DEATH
Hauling from a distant, dying land Amber has come a long way to carve out a home for herself.
Chased by the memories and trauma of a tyrannical pack leader, the Rex, the King, Amber has fought fang and claw for a chance at freedom. They had lived a quiet subdued life, Amber and her mother, an infertile, scurried runt who was left alive as long as she went unnoticed and stayed out of the way.
They lived. Until the day she didn't.
Amber blamed herself. It had, after all, been her fault. She had played too rough with the youngest pup of the alpha female, the Regina, the Queen. As the Regina closed on Amber, her mother jumped in between them. Amber remembered clearly, as the alpha's eyes had flashed red, hot as the carmine flower that would swallow the trees in particularly warm summers. In Amber's mind eye, the red of the Regina's eyes morphed and darkened as she sank her teeth into Amber's mother's neck and her mother's life came pouring down into the cold hard ground.
Amber had wept for her mother. Wept for herself. Wept for all these other wolves, trapped by their cruel leaders, intimidated into submission, unable to leave. But Amber could not handle it. She was a coward. She could not protect anyone.
Amber ran. For uncountable days and uncountable nights she fled, the Rex's loyal subjects hot on her heels but she never stopped. And when they found her she fought. Again and again and again. Hidden behind her freedom was a trail of blood.
After months of running and travelling far beyond whatever maps the Rex and the Regina might have at their disposal, Amber was finally, truly, free.
Coming into this new place, in this new time, Amber promised she would form a pack. She promised that she would be fair and always place her packmates over herself. Amber would reign and Amber would be Queen and she would show her mother she had not sacrificed herself in vain
