Smoke hung everywhere in an oppressive grey cloud full of hot ash. Hidden beneath it lay the remains of the once huge laboratory, still cooling. Metal walls lay twisted and, in places, half-melted, blasted apart by a violent explosion. Small fires burned in places, some letting off wisps of odd-colored smoke. Of the scientists and their experiments, there was no sign.

Or almost no sign. The dark shapes of two wolves could be seen at the edge of the blasted area. Their fur was coated in a film of ash and soot, though it was a miracle in itself that they were alive. They were brothers, still young, though by no means pups. They stood side by side, despite their bitter differences, and looked out across the smoldering wreckage.

The wolf with a coat of unmarked black-grey, Skylir, growled softly, his golden eyes blazing angrily as he surveyed the remains of the lab. His brown form unharmed, Sian coughed as his green eyes swept over the terra. Sian had some how seen this coming, but none had believed him. Skylir growled again as he pounded the ground with one paw in anger. When he did, the ground trembled slightly. Skylir smirked, remembering that the many injections the scientists gave him had given him this strength. Maybe he could rid himself of his brother, he thought, and he took a mighty swipe at the brown wolf. Sian knew what was about to happen and countered his attack, slashing back at his brother's face. He knew before he started that Skylir would avoid his swipe; he realized he could see the future.

“Nobody needs to know what happened here,” Skylir told his brother, taking a step back. He did not attempt to attack again. “Not about the serums, or mother, or… anything else. Understand?” His voice at the last had a note of menace to it.

Sian was about to answer, when, for a fraction of a second, he saw again into the future, this time farther. But the sight slipped through his claws, leaving the brown wolf only with the impression of a looming disaster. He changed his mind. “Yes, brother,” he said, though with no humbleness in his voice.

Skylir lunged again, suddenly, but Sian still saw it coming. Skylir had a strategy this time; an attack his brother would not easily be able to get away from. Sian took the hit on his haunches instead of his neck, and Skylir easily knocked him down. The brown wolf twisted as Skylir bit into his side, latching his own teeth into his brother’s shoulder. They broke apart, glaring at each other.

"You are strong and I can see the future, Skylir, so we should end this battle. Before our mother, Sincha, appears. She would not approve." Skylir laughed dryly. It was impossible that their mother would come back, she had died in the explosion with the rest of them.

Then another form moved from the smoldering wreckage. The figure was the white wolf Sincha, though she had no smell, and her paw steps were too silent to be normal. "What have I told you two about fighting? You're family, it should not be." Skylir stared for a moment, the backed away, snarling, "But...you're dead!" Sian knew the answer, so he spoke up and said, "She is just a soul now. The injection they gave her freed her soul from her body. But only those who are blood related to her can see her, right mother?" Sincha gave a small nod, but did not speak. It pained her too be only a spirit now, but she knew that she must watch over her sons.

There was a rough bark of laughter, and yet another figure appeared. He was bigger then either of his sons, and black as the sky on a moonless night. "Always the smart one, weren't you, Sian? You and your mother. This island isn't big enough for both my sons, and Skylir knows it. Don't you, son?"

Skylir snarled at his father. He liked the black wolf less then he liked his mother and brother. "We'll see. Farewell, brother." He turned and started to lope away. His brother watched him go with sad eyes. The brown wolf could sense bloodshed in the future, the blood of wolves spread among the wreckage of this laboratory; and brother fighting brother.

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Time passed and wolves slipped on to the Isle. Packs grew and thrived. One day a wolf from Sortos named Shadow wandered onto the beach. Skylir appeared with his heir and attacked and killed the wolf. Sian saw the scene through his powers and sent Shadow's younger sister, Angel, out with a wolf named Tarak to go discover the scene. They soon returned and announced to the entire pack Shadow was dead. The pack, angered, went to the beach to get blood in return for Shadow's. A heated battle took place and ended with Sortos retreating. Shortly after many of the Sortos females became pregnant. The two heirs to the pack were born along with two other pups.

Then the disease broke out. Not many wolves survived. Prey became scarce and many wolves went hungry for quite a long time. The hurricane hit and wiped out the weakest wolves. Slowly the ones left rebuilt and soon prey returned and a new day began on the isle. And with a new day comes new battles...

Can you prevent it? Can you find the secrets of the serums? Is the future set in stone? Will your blood flow among the twisted metal?

The Isle of Lost Souls awaits....