A long, long time ago, when the first wolves have been spotted by humans who barely knew the difference between fangs and teeth, life and death had fallen in love. It had been a mere adventure for the former: a fleeting wonder, quick yet colorful, leaving many memories behind. Death however, believed it would last long, maybe even forever. 

So they danced with each other and life grew bored, her kisses getting brief, touches non-lasting. Her whispers died at the tip of her tongue as she tried to tug her arm out of the grip of the man she used to love: she felt the need to stay, but the lust to find something else. Day and Night had been giving her glanced, and the Sky, too, making sure the sky was clear wherever she visited when new life was brought onto the lands. 

Torn, she allowed herself to stay just a little longer, emotions stirring in her chest. 

One night, or maybe day, she paid no attention, she slipped from the grip of her lover and ran. She was followed, heard the thundering she used to adore, but she hid from him. She felt no pull to go back now: she was free. 

Death never caught up with her, but swore to find her one day. And then, she would never let her go. 

War broke between those whose life was long, and those whose was not, and wolves were losing: humans were cruel and quick, slaying them by ease. As if they had been brought upon Earth to rid her of all shifters.. 

Life and Death, far away from each other, decided on the same thing: blessing a few of wolf-kin with powers so strong, no human could destroy them. They have both chosen a few, and without the other ever finding out,  pleaded with their fellow gods to do the same. 

Life gave a young omega, barely mating age, the power to bring back the dead has the body not cooled down yet. It came at a cost, however: with each breath those she healed, the wolf was tossed closer and closer to her own grave: the more she used her powers, the quicker her soul, her life would wither away. 

Death had chosen an al