Time had passed, but Chiara's heart still didn't change for how she felt for the land she was forced to call "home." No, even that was a stretch to how she felt under Teren's rule. For months since her children were slain before her she and Magnus had been searching for a new home, and now she had found it. After returning to Erenyx to alert Magnus of this new place she set to alert Malachai and any others that might follow her. She then set out at midnight with Magnus, crossing vast mountains, plains and nearing a large shore of salt water. With her mate by her side she felt no fear, only guilt. Leaving behind the lands she knew was also her remaining daughter Piper who had refused the journey. Piper was now well into her training and able to make her own decisions, but still held destain for herself and Magnus for the death of her siblings. Vowing to always accept her in their new home Chiara promised her daughter she would always love her, no matter what pack she lived under.

Their good bye had been bitter sweet, but Chiara felt that within time Piper would come to understand the true power from a uniformed pack; something she would never feel in Erenyx. Sighing the fae pushed on, soon clearing another mountain and losing sight of Magnus in the fog of dawn. The sun was rising to the east of them as the pair moved further North. Soon the bridge that Chiara had found came into view, the one that would lead them home and away from Erenyx. Squinting the fae stepped out onto the bridge, making her way to the center. There, through the midst she saw the outline of the new lands. From ashes of a fallen pack the pair would build a new pack of hope and togetherness. They would be like an unstoppable storm on these lands as they came from the hellish lands of flame that were Erenyx. Yes, together her and Magnus would rise above the flame, here in this land called Pyrvanthros. Throwing her head back she howled out, claiming this land as hers and Magnus's.

Magnus had had no goodbye with his daughter. After the heart-wrenching experience with the ghost of his son, it was too painful for him to bear. He knew of his daughter's disdain for her parents after the death of her siblings, he still blamed himself. He hated leaving her behind like this but she had to make her own decisions. Their new pack was about new beginnings and her grudge would only drag them back into the past, into being a pack like Erenyx. That was not what Magnus wanted for his pack. Pyrvanthros would be about second chances, about bringing oneself into the light of a new dawn, a better day. This was his way of moving forward, by moving on. He would be better than Teren, than Steele, than Rhaegar and his first Alpha. He would be superior to them in every way, he was sure of it. With every step he took away from that land of blood and pain he was more sure. Every time he looked upon his beautiful mate in the pre-dawn glow he knew they could do this. They may be small in numbers to start with, but their pack would be stronger than all the others. They would be in tune with one another and closer than ever.

The temperature was climbing slowly with the rising of the sun as they pressed on to their new territories. This place they had found together would be their home for the remainder of their lives. It would house all those who would follow them here and all those to come in the future. They journeyed further north, crossing the bridge that brought them home. They paused together in the centre, looking ahead where the fog was slowly clearing to reveal their new land. He turned back, looking at how far they had come. He joined his mate in song, claiming their land and calling forth any who were brave enough to follow them. When his maw closed, he waited expectantly, hoping to see some familiar faces emerge with the sun. Their desertion would cause a scandal in Erenyx, Teren would be furious. How many of his thrall would follow them was unknown, but the more that did, the greater his wrath would be. They could handle it, he knew. They were stronger than he was. He was the first to spot the shadow that emerged a little while later and whispered. "Here comes the first," He said quietly. He sat straight, expectant, a King attending his court for the first time. His ears were erect, his chin held high, tail draped softly behind him. He let the male greet his mate first and waited his own greeting. If he waited too long he might seem weak, so he cleared his throat before rumbling in his strong voice, "Malachai. Welcome to Pyrvanthros." He might have said more but preferred to keep it short. There was power in silence.

Chiara turned and gazed upon her mate as he joined her, then at the male who followed the pair. She smiled warmly at him and dipped her head as he extending his own greeting. She was pleased he had come, he was strong and full of promise. "Welcome Malachai, it is good you decided to come. Pyrvanthros will be a strong pack, though slow to start. We will grow in strength with every member, making them stronger than the last. All shall be equal in strength with everyone having a voice. We shall train our pack to be as one, one force that no one can argue with. Will you follow that path with us?" She questioned, curling her tail up in a new sense of dominance.

Her eyes danced to her mate then to the land before them as the sun hit the mountains, illuminating the lands in a yellow glow. She smiled and closed her eyes a moment, feeling the breeze and the crisp air. This land was good. Turning back and waiting for Malachai's reply she smelled the air. No other Erenyx scents hit her nose and this made her frown. It appeared no one else from the hellish pack would be switching over. Not letting it bother her she saw this as further proof of their new start. They would build a pack from the ground up, gathering new members before they went to Erenyx or another pack. Turning back to Magnus she sighed, "It seems it is just the three of us for now, but we will grow in numbers. Soon we shall outnumber every pack in the area and be more unified." Turning back to Malachai she smiled once again, "For being the first to join and the only out of Erenyx I shall reward your loyalty. We will need strong wolves to help greet new members, train them and help enforce our beliefs. If you can uphold all of that I shall name you my Delta. Given time I see you rising further in the ranks and becoming a great wolf to Pyrvanthros. Come Delta Malachai, come with Magnus and I and we shall show you our new home."

He was quiet and brooding, a strong and solid figure between the two friends. Whether he trusted the Delta was irrelevant, he and Chiara had discussed this before they left. Malachai was definitely up to the task and they would need the help along the boarders. If Drogo had come with them, he might have suggested that his counterpart take the role, but the Kingslayer would never leave his mate, nor his pups. It was another example of how much better the Helidos Guardian was. But Magnus was taking a few ideas from the Kingslayer and stepping away from the corruption - finally - to lead his own life. He nodded grimly for his mate, they would be the first three. Their bond would be strong, escaping from the terrors of Erenyx together. He couldn't yet call their Delta his friend but he was definitely an ally at the very least. Until they gained more members this he had to have this Delta's back just as much as the Delta should have his. It was his responsibility as Alpha to protect his pack. He wanted to be good right from the start, it would do well to get to know his pack members individually, starting with Malachai. Chest puffing in a deep breath he spoke with authority. "Chiara and I are familiar with the land here. Take the day to acquaint yourself with your new home. Come see me in the morning, we can go on a little hunt." His fiery orbs gleamed with delight at the prospect of a hunt. His request was strong, but not commanding. The Alpha stood and turned to cross the remainder of the bridge, breathing in the fresh, clean, untainted air of Pyrvanthros. Welcome home.