Nothing could bring her down. The night had a full moon, that was just beginning to cloud over, but she didn't mind. She loved storms. Aaka had always loved storms. They made her feel so wild. So free and untamed. She smiled up at the bright white moon, the black clouds covering it slowly. She had the perfect life. The perfect children, the perfect mate, the perfect territory with a pack that loved her. Aaka was beginning to age, and although she was not as fast as she had once been, she was not weak either. She would never be weak, and she could never be beaten. Tonight.... Tonight was her night. She'd never be beaten. She looked up at the sky and smiled as the first few raindrops began to fall.

It was the perfect night to die.

Silently Storm crept through the trees. He had been watching his sister for days now, but he hadn't forgotten his promise to Moon and Karai. Tonight, Aaka would die. Silently he thought this through. How could he do this without harming himself to much. With his plan in mind, he called in a hoarse voice Aaka..... Those bright yellow eyes turned to him and he nearly shuddered. His hatred for his sister ran deep in his veins, and he knew...Tonight he would be free. Free of her. Free of Kachinas haunting spirit telling him to kill her.... Just like Moon and Karai had. Aaka. Help me. Please help me. The silver male slipped out of the trees. He watched her eyes turn wary, but it was to be expected. Aaka, Enola....Enola is trying to kill us all... She'll come for you next. I have no where else to turn.... The last was said in a whisper, and Aaka came forth with a look of concern.

Storm.... Calm down. We'll find her. Her eyes no longer held the same wary look but were filled with concern for her brother and her niece. I just don't know what to do... He whispered. He took the last step toward her, and he hugged her close to him, his grey coat a sharp contrast to her stark white. The rain was pelting them, and thunder and lightening above were warning to what came next. And now.... Your finished. She jerked in surprise as suddenly his grip caught hold her throat, where he had been nuzzling. With a strangled gasp, she tried to jerk back, but Storm held tight. NO! She screamed. Well, as loud as she could scream. Blood seeped into his mouth, the taste bitter with her sins. She continued to struggle, but soon her attempts became feeble. No.... No......

She sank to the ground, and Storm held her there for about five minutes. He knew when the female was dead. Her body lay limp in his jaws, and he finally let go.

It was the end of a legend. The death of Aaka. Storm turned and raced away, heading to tell Moon and Karai.

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

With her coat as black as midnight, and her odd hued eyes staring into the pouring rain, Kekechoi made her way up the canyon, moving quickly and silently. The only sound to be heard was the falling rain, and the occasional thunder booming above. Why she was out in this weather was beyond her, but something was calling her, and she was not about to ignore it. Not after last time.

Finally reaching the top, she halted, panting slight from the exertion she had used to make her way. Her eyes drifted, taking in the scenery before her. It was dark, more so with the rain falling down in buckets from above. There was a sense of unease in the air, and she couldn't help but raise her hackles and continue forth, seeking the cause of the disruption.

It wasn't long before lightening flashed, and a white figure was illuminated for a brief second. A flicker of annoyance flashed through Keko. What was someone doing, laying out in this weather? Didn't they know they could get seriously sick and maybe never bounce back? Warily the black female came forth, her odd eyes taking in the motionless wolven. What was wrong with it? Hey. I think you should get up. When the white wolf didn't move, she sighed and took a step closer. That was when the scent of blood hit her, and she took a step back, shaking her head. Why would someone just kill and leave another to the vultures. Wait. Did they even have vultures in sparkling creek? It didn't matter. No one deserved this. Walking around the front, she looked down at the face and her eyes widened in fear. Her aunts, cold, lifeless bright yellow eyes stared straight back at her, and for the first time that she could remember, she saw sorrow in them, captured forever in death. Oh, Aunt Aaka. She whispered softly. She lowered her head, grabbing hold of her aunt when a scream filled the air. Kekechoi, still holding the lifeless alphess, looked up just in time to see a figure coming towards her, but that was all she could do as the other slammed her hard into the ground, causing her to lose her hold on Aaka, and slide on her side, about five feet. She was on the edge of the canyon, and she looked down. It was one of the more gentle parts, if she fell she would only get a few bumps and bruises. The others voice jerked her back to reality. YOU KILLED HER! the wolf screamed. Enola. It was only crazy Enola. I didn't- She began. LIAR! YOUR A LIAR, AND YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED! With that, Enola leapt forward, and Keko did the only thing she could think of. She leapt over the edge, rolling down the side and landing hard on and overhand. She lay, bleeding, but alive.

With a satisfactory snarl, Enola went back to her aunt and picked her up, and began to carry her back to the silver glades.

Keko waited for nearly a half hour, before she stood and shook. Bleeding, but not overly so, she began to race as fast as she could to the sedge creek territory, to tell her mother the news.