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I can only smile and shake my head at her question before leaning in to gently rub my face along her neck, my voice a reassuring whisper for her ears. Of course, they will come. She worries that she will have no one to follow her when we take up a place of our own. I am more like my father though, not one to worry. I do not doubt her ability to lead because it was bred into her as it was was for me and she is too kind hearted not to deserve a tiara upon that beautiful head. I know that those loyal to Heyel will come to the call of his daughter. He had a lot of loyal followers, a lot of wolves who adored him. My father's pack may not have been as big but his wolves were also loyal and just as fierce as the pack of Angels. I know that Risk has moved on, finding peace elsewhere and that's his decison to make. I respect it. I know that Kiska is with father, wherever they are, I know they are happy and that's what counts. Father has already pledged his alliance to me and I have a feeling he will come to my pack if not to see what I can make of it. Kiska will follow, ever the faithful mother and she would be a great asset to the pack. She is a deadly weapon. I've known this my whole life that my parents were not gentle giants. They have bark and bite. I have a feeling Heyel will not let this go either. He will want to be there, if not to guide Isola than to hatch some brilliant plan himself for the pack. I welcome his ideas though I'm still not so fond of the idea he had of naming a child after himself. What a guy. I feel her warmth against me, leaning into me for comfort and support and I gladly give it, standing tall for her, knowing that when they come, she will stand tall beside me. Like her father, she will not disappoint. She throws her head back, giving the call of a worthy queen and I ache to be worthy of her, to be a blessing and not a curse, to be the king deserving of her. Throwing my own skull back, I let loose my deep melodic tone, letting it mix with hers perfectly, our tones complete together as our song calls out for followers, for friends, for an extended family once more. A single ear flicks back to hear the answer from the lips of Isola's guardian, as I like to think of Finley. I do not resent him as he may think. In fact, I welcome him because I know that he is here only to protect Isola, to be there for her, to be whatever she needs him to be. I understand this from my short time with Crow. I hear the imprint bond is even stronger now and maybe it is Finley who resents me for being the one at Isola's side now. Even for that, I trust him because Isola trusts him. I know that he would never do anything to hurt her. If anything, I am sad for him because he cannot have the one thing that makes him whole, makes him happy. I would pray for him to find a love as I have but at the same time, I welcome his presence here with Isola because I cannot watch from all sides. I curse the day that I find my imprint again because I know that it will draw me away from Isola and I do not want that temptation, not again. The loss of Crow was deep and heart wrenching and I would have to go through that every time I left my imprint to go to my mate. My life would become an utter torment and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies. I will not be the tyrant my father started out as. I will only wish the wolves to show respect when they feel respected, to give faith when it is put in them, to protect their queen as if their very lives depend on it, for I would have it no other way. I will lead because I have always felt it my destiny but I did not wish to lead until I had my queen at my side, the one truly worthy of such a crown. If she were not here with me, I would be a follower like all the rest, unwhole because I am not needed. Here, I feel needed. Here, I feel loved. As long as Isola is here on this earth, I will bless her every step and worship her every breath. The first wolf arrives, a female of Heyel's pack. I can see in her grace that she is more than meets the eye and I have to remind myself that Heyel trained assassins, just as my father was. I never asked to learn how to kill someone. Father has told me that it's ninety nine percent skill and one percent luck. I always laughed at his logic but he was undefeated in battle and that means something to me. The female approaches, nodding respectfully to Isola and I. I listen to her message and smile, glancing sideways at Isola, wanting to see the pride and joy light up her delicate features. Malina speaks in a foreign tone, the Latin language that Isola sometimes speaks. I don't know all the words but I catch most of the keywords. She wishes to follow us and if we would need her for her skill set, then we need only call on her. I wait for Isola to say her piece before I greet the wolfess. We would be honored by your presence. I am Kane. May I know your calling? Another wolf approaches, this one with a look I recognize. The blood of Heyel runs through his veins. I wonder why he has not saw fit to take up a throne himself but he looks comfortable enough with following his sister for now. He, too, has the air of a trained assassin so my two toned eyes glow with respect as he nods his head to us. Without words, he then turns and walks over to Finley. I arch a brow up in curiosity, but I can barely hear his words to the male before he's coming back over to us. He tells Isola that he will protect and defend the family before he offers me a greeting also. An honor to meet you. I believe you called yourself Azrael?I look forward having you. My eyes light up with genuine pleasure. Another wolf approaches, an air of sadness about him that he doesn't try to hide. That's admirable. A lot of wolves are still feeling the grief of the disaster that rocked Moladian to its core and the ache of coming back has only made the pain raw once more. He approaches Isola, telling her that he would follow no other. I note that his gaze never lingers from her own except to smile politely at others who look his way but either way, I am grateful for the presence of another follower. The gesture is greatly appreciated. I am Kane. May I have your name? The next wolf that approaches has a gasp leaving my lips. Chance! I didn't know if my brother had survived or not. I hadn't see head nor tails of him since the blast so I had thought him lost or stolen to another land. I take a step toward him, wrapping my neck around him in a brotherly embrace as I inhale his familiar cologne. Stepping back, I smile and nod respectfully. Chance, you had me worried. It's good to know that you are still strong and healthy as ever. Yes, this is Isola, my heart's desire. I flash her a loving smile before turning my gaze back on Chance. Thank you, brother. I look forward to having you near. I look away only when another familiar scent makes my eyes widen in respect and slight surprise to see the easily recognizable form of Heyel approaching. I dip my head toward him offering him respect even though he no longer holds the crown. He stepped down undefeated and his daughter's life has been offered humbly into my paws by him, something I take very seriously. I still remember the day I asked his permission. I hope he doesn't think I'm slow. He looks proudly at Isola and I before his gaze wanders to Finley. He nods but I note something slightly hostile beneath the surface. But then his smile is back as he sits next to Malina, whispering to her before he turns his gaze back to us. He tells Isola that Zeivah would be proud, which I'm sure will bring tears to her eyes or at least make her smile. He tells me that I remind him of Devil, something which straightens my spine a little more before I'm staring quizzically at him when he mentions the fur. He's not....serious, is he? He would demote me from King just for letting my coat get messed up?? But then I catch sight of the wicket glow in his eyes and my own lips tug toward a smirk. What a guy. I am honored by your presence, Heyel. You will always be a great king in my eyes and I feel privileged to have your ready guidance. I look over when another wolf appears, another blood of Heyel for I recognize the markings on his face. I nod my head to him in greeting as he speaks in Latin tongue, saying that he is here until he is not wanted. The angels around me have never lost their will or means to fly. The air is prime once more and devils will lift them up instead of striking them down. I could see no reason not to want your abilities with us. I am Kane. What is your calling? Kane_male_no imprint_mate to Isola_son of Kiska, Devil May Cry, & Abraxus_prince of Paracon_two years old |