I wonder if Weylin sees Kane when he sees me. As brothers, I'm sure he knows all about Finley's miserable fate at the paws of true love. Isola forsake the imprint bond and chose my son Kane, her childhood crush. Kane would do anything for her, this I know. He met his imprint and still wanted Isola and now his imprint is dead. He is devastated and wants something to worship, someone to cherish. He puts all that into Isola now and I know she will always have nothing less than the best. I can only hope Finley knows that too. He lives in Diveen too, watching over Isola, her guardian angel but I hear he's left his brothers in more than physical means. Would Weylin resent Kane then for doing this to his brother? In turn, would he resent me?
He remembers the welcome I gave his brothers in Paracon when it was still intact. I nod my head, letting him know that I remember too. He titles me as Kane's father in his question though I don't let a thing show on my expression. He couldn't possibly think I would come here to start trouble or pick a fight. I have no quarrels with Weylin and with luck, I never will.
I start to answer but another figure slides into view. She's young and beautiful. This must be the queen of Glorall, Selene. I dip my head to her in respect, same as I do for Weylin. They are the new generation of kings and queens and they will be great. She remains quiet, touching Weylin wiht her body but her expression is easy to read. They are imprinted and they chose each other. Its like a knife in my heart. What if he doesn't understand? What if he spits in my face for choosing another over my imprint and believes I should suffer instead of see her? Instead of flinching as I do inside, my face remains neutral, only showing curiosity before I straighten myself and take a breath. I come to ask your permission to visit Glorall and my imprint. I mean no harm to you or your pack. I only wish to watch over Natalya. I ask clemency to come and go. I wouldn't want to barge into your pack lands uninvited. I promise to do nothing more than see her. I won't talk to anyone else in your pack. They won't even know I'm here.
I'm sure he knows of my background, how I can make myself disappear, walk silently right under someone else's nose. I have years of experience. Perhaps Natalya would know I'm there, with her equal training and experience. My eyes search his hungrily, wishing to see the answer I seek there. Surely he will understand my need to see her, to know that she's okay every once in a while. I can't live without my soul.
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