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I know that she's onto me. Isola always has a way of knowing that I'm awake, even when I pretend. I just like to pretend anyway, just to hear her giggle and feel her nudging me some more, demanding me awake. She is so like her mother but she is my Isola and I wouldn't have it any other way. She knows that I live for her and her alone now. I told her after the blast that Crow was gone, that my imprint to her was severed and I knew she was no longer on this earth. I know she would ahve never wished my imprint dead, Isola is too soft hearted for that. She grieved for me over her loss and then over time we moved on and I made her into my world. She was laready most of my world but I couldn't deny Crow's presence in ti before. Now without that burden holding me back, I was free to love Isola the way she was meant to be loved, as the only one in my world. I know that Finley will be there for her no matter what and I accept that. It was hard at first but knowing that he will always have her protection in mind, I decided that it would be better not to fight it, to let her have the back up protection that she deserves. If I could recruit every wolf in Moladian to watch over her, I would but Finley will have to do. Besides, he looks man enough for the job. She has been there for her father who lost his mate. She understands the loss of something so important so I know that she won't ask me to stay with her unless she wants me there and until she doesn't, I will stay right where I am. I thought for a second or two that I had lost her that night during the blast. When I couldn't find her, I was going berserk. It was bad enough having my imprint bond severed but to lose Isola too, that would have killed me for sure. She says that her mother brought me back that night and I won't argue with her. She can believe what she wants, as long as it brings her peace. Maybe her mother's soul did guide me to her that night so who am I to say she's wrong? She is still the girl who twirled before me in the water that day after pulling the thorn from my paw. She is called me pretty all those years and I never corrected her because anything from her lips was a blessing to me. She could call me the ugliest thing alive and I would fawn over her voice, not caring about the meaning, only that she was talking to me. She speaks to me now and I can't help but laugh lightly, shaking my head but eying her all the same with amsuement. You are utterly correct, my love. I am your helpless follower, now and forever more. Your beauty cannot be equalled and I am to be its eternal slave, that is, until you grow old and wrinkly. My lips curve into a devious grin, teasing her with my gleaming eyes as I tense and wait for her to snap at me, whatever she will do. My queen has always been unpredictable but I know that she will know I could never turn away, not even when we're both old and well past our primes. She turns away from me, pirouetting as well as any ballerina, her movements graceful and awe inspiring as she chuckles. I go right to her side, forever wanting to be there. I have great plans for us, my queen and I. She has always wanted to be greater than Heyel and I will make sure she is. I will get her to the throne, put a crown her head myself. I will fight, tooth and claw, anything to get her what she deserves. She will be great, she will be worshipped. That is the least I can do for her. I turn my gaze to her, ears pricking as she starts speaking of things to be done. I nod in agreement, eyes glinting as my lips curve toward the shadow of an amused smirk. Whatever you say, my queen. We will find others to join our cause and we will find the perfect home for us. Tell me what is on your mind. You know I will not deny you anything. I smile, gently and genuinely, waiting forever captive for her next words. She prances, a beauty before me as she rubs against my fur, imprinting me with her scent. I lean into her caresses, taking her possession over me as a gift. How could it be anything but? I can tell she has something big on her mind. Her eyes are so big and excited right now. And then she spits it out and my heart is in my throat. She is speaking of pups, something I have been dreaming of ever since hormones kicked in. Children with the wolf I love, with the keeper of my heart. I smile, my smile wider than ever, seeming to take up my whole face as my tail sways happily. Yes, my love, I want small ones with you whenever you are ready. We will find a home and we will make it safe for them and when you give the world, we will create life. Our children will be the gods of New Moladian. They will be the smartest, the most beautiful of all the land because they will have your blood running through their veins. My eyes light up, captivated by her offer. I wasn't going to rush her for this and yet she brought the idea up herself. She is truly a wolf after my own heart. Oh wait, she already has it. Kane_male_no imprint_mate to Isola_son of Kiska, Devil May Cry, & Abraxus_prince of Paracon_two years old |