Hushed Willows Juramentum

A romance story, eh? Not one of her preferred genres, but whatever. Nova was nothing if she wasnt a crowd pleaser! Thankfully they both seemed to agree on the subject, even if they did request their own preferred details. It made her life so, so much easier when groups agreed, and the blue eyed beauty was glad her audience only consisted of two. The faded gold female took another bite of rabbit, chewing slowly and carefully. Her ghostly eyes were far off in her own memories, searching through her inner files to select one that fit her set credentials. The males' excitement, especially her alphas show of emotion, was lifting for the elder: this was what she lived for. Sharing her knowledge to those who not only wanted to hear but were DYING to hear the next tale Nova would spin. It took a minute, but she had no intentions of rushing herself. She wanted to tell a GOOD story, seeing as her king was present, not to mention it was her first story since coming to the Teekon Wilds. The mention of two females had made her visibly flinch, if only the slightest twitch in her facial features. It went unexplained and pushed as far, far, far back as she could push such a memory. It fit the quota perfectly, but it wasn't a story she thought she could tell without revealing her own troubles. She kept on looking, searching, remembering, before her grief-shadowed eyes shifted again, obviously finding a story she could tell. Once more her spectral eyes were alive with motherly warmth and a genuine love for those she cared for, even though a flicker of sadness danced in their depths. Her voice was a bit shaky at first, but the story soon enveloped her and once again was her tone proud and vain, sweet and careful as she dove into her story with no hesitation.
        "Kinky romance I can do, though they are opposite genders. Back when wolves ran on pure instinct, when wolfspeak was just beginning, there was one pack. The very heart of the territory was a lake so large you couldn't see the opposite shore, and their borders were miles out in each direction. It covered many different terrains, and was home to one of the largest packs ever to exist. Two litters, born in the same warm spring season, lived their first three months of life in the same den. Raised together and bonded, a female from one litter and a male from the other were the closest friends IN the pack. 
Now at this point, you're probably thinking you'll know what's going to happen: they live together and grow up together and live a happy life with lots of steamy sex, huh? Well you're fuckin wrong."
She stopped to take a breath, and to judge her onlookers expressions. Chuckling, the golden elder gathered the next part of the story in her head, and took another bite out of the rabbit.

I laugh EVERY time I read the "Well you're fuckin wrong". I can only imagine some old lady being all sweet an quiet telling her story and then-boom- cursing and viciousness.  And then back to angel! xD 
Edit: Pokes @Warbone :D