Snowy ears pricked forward as the sound echoed upon the air. I paused, violet eyes tilting upwards to the sky as if I near expected to see the sound itself and though the sky remained clear and blue beneath the canopy above I felt the slightest smile linger upon my lips. It was a sound that brought great pride, a sound I had always dreamed to hear one day and indeed, one I hoped to hear from more than just Isola. To hear my daughter call for what is hers, to know she stands behind a mate whom she loves as much as life itself and that she is ready to take up a legacy I left is something....strange. Truly I am proud, more proud then she will ever know, after all, emotions are not really my thing and yet at the same time I am almost, well, sad I suppose. Zeivah should have been here to see this, she should have been sitting beside me talking about how proud she was, worrying that my influence would turn our daughter into some kind of war monger and trying to fix my hair while I ranted about static in the air or something ridiculous. We were supposed to get old together. I wasn’t supposed to die alone and now I sleep in an empty den. She was supposed to be here to see this, to see the passing of an empire or the birth of a new one, whatever it may be.

I listened as the call faded into the morning air before I strode onwards, forcing such thoughts from my mind. It was every Fathers dream to see his children take his crown, though of course I am not letting go entirely, I plan to be there within the shadows as I had for many years before I stepped into the sun. I will guide both her and Kane, I will show her how to lead, I will make Zeivah proud of the both of us and I will make right the wrongs I did, I refuse to die until I have given back what the falling sky took. I will bring Trenus back in whatever way I can and offer those still loyal to my family the home I promised them. I cannot bring back their children or their parents, but I can go as close as anyone ever did and to do that I do not need to lead again, I need the freedom to move to each one, to every wolf I let down in some way and make it right. There is so much to be done. I eased my pace as I arrived, pushing through the leaves and into the clearing to see wolves beginning to arrive, smirk dancing across my features. Fate is not entirely as deadly as he believes himself to be. Perhaps he destroyed that physical Trenus with his giant boulder, but Trenus was never just red earth and towering cliffs. The bonds of Pack are hard to break, even the end of the world will apparently not do it. I chuckled softly as I strode forward, brushing against Fallen and Chance, violet eyes running across the sons of Devil and Christian as I moved to dip my head to Azrael, my own son and sworn assassin who has done nothing but make me proud through his own achievements (and honestly I would fear for the world if he was in charge), becoming an assassin as I had been, having my son follow me is truly something to infuse my ego a little more.

Violet eyes turned next to the pale one who lingered on the sides as I passed through the small crowd gathered. I knew more would come, of that I was sure. I had started with five wolves and I had built an empire, with so many willing to follow the lead of the Angels still I could not see how my daughter and Kane could fail, they are both born of Alpha blood, it is within them to be dominate, to seek to lead and besides...I’ll still be here to steer them the right way. I offered a nod to the pale one. Fin-something as my daughter had told me, the imprint. Indeed his pelt was as white as she said and truly it was a beautiful thing. Such a shame he is of bad blood, though truly as long as he does not seek to upset my daughter I will not seek to upset him. The union between Kane and Isola had been years in the making, combing the blood of myself and Devil through them, one day and I would not have another getting in the way of that with his impure bloodlines. Nice pelt though. I moved then to seat myself beside Malina, brushing against my apprentice, one of the finest and most exceptional I had ever trained. She would go far and rise high, of this I was certain. She was exceptional and if it was the last thing I ever did, in Amorak’s name, I would see his daughter succeed in this life.

“There is much to be done, Malina. We must speak later.”

I spoke softly, whispering gently to her ear alone. Graduated or not, my assassins were still my own and I found I had need of them, or indeed, that soon I would, a task for Malina already within my mind. My handsome head lifted at last to Kane and Isola, smirk touching my features once more as I simply met there gaze with respect and a slight nod. Perhaps I should have bowed or done something more, but I was never THAT gracious. I will see them succeed in this life, I will guide them to the glory they deserve and I will stay with my pack and those loyal to me as I swore to do. But I don’t bow, not to anyone.....come on, did you really think I would? Angels don’t bow. But they will grin and speak instead.

“Your Mother would be proud Isola and Kane, you remind me of your Father more every day, just try not to be as careless with your fur as he was, I won’t have my daughter ruling beside anyone...dishevelled.”

Violet eyes sparked with wicked tease as I chuckled once more. I’m old, I’m allowed.



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The King