Aplos Riverside
Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
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I can tell that he is in pain and it's not because I don't care but because I don't know what to do about it. So what if he's in pain? I can't take him back into a pack that I don't even own anymore. Paracon doesn't exist anymore. Heyel would not have him in Kane's pack, he would kill him first. I can't offer him protection. I refuse to offer him training again. He doesn't deserve it. He wasted the training I gave him before, running off on vigilante missions. I can only offer him my ear now and that should be enough. I can't be his friend. He did wrong and he knows it so now he must sleep in the bed he made. Now he must learn from his mistakes. He looks grateful that I allow him to talk to me but I don't know how much difference it will make. He looks saddened by my lecture on what he should have doen and should not have done but he doesn't argue my point. He whimpers and I have to deafen my ears to the pitiful sound. He is not the son I was raising him to be. Not anymore. I sigh. It should hurt. Let it hurt and grow stronger from the pain, not weaker. Name it my last bit of advice for Amir. He listens to my question though about the name and he starts to explain. It is a tradition apparently, an old tradition from the lands he came from. It's a tale of honor and of being a warrior for your pack, not for yourself. It's a good story. I nod at the end to tell him I understand now. He meets my gaze and I sigh, shaking my head. I have nothing to fight for anymore, nothing except my family and I'm the only one who should fight for them. Kane and Isola will rule the pack I'm a part of. I gave up my crown. Heyel is part of the pack too and I don't think he'd like the idea of you joining. Even if they did let you in, you'd most likely be an Omega, the lowest of the low. You'd be dominated by every wolf in the pack, you'd be turned on at every corner, be blamed for every mistake made, whether it's your own or not. You would be made a fool of. Is this the chance you seek? My eyes turn quizzical, truly curious to see how far he would go. |