I wonder if this is the way of all packs. The alpha calls and all the little toy soldiers line up for his inspection. I arrive a bit late to the place from where his call came, wondering just what this could be all about. When I reach the gathering, I see familiar faces, and a few new ones. I m not really known in Glorall for being social as I tend to stick to myself more often then not, and for good reason. I am the deadly blade, not the only one mind you, but I am not meant to be out in the open. I stay in the sheath of Glorall until such a time as she needs me to run in and slaughter the opposition. My mind is one full of secrets I never dare to share, and thoughts that will never be spoken. I am silent, the ever present threat of barely contained death when HE is not around. I know my place, however, and I know the strengths and weaknesses of my pack mates as described by our hunt in the beginning. Weylin's own weakness is also his strength, his reason. I wish Devil would look at me the way I catch Weylin glancing at Selene. One can tell there is potential for a great love there, and I find myself more and more wishing for a connection that deep with anyone. At this point, my only requirement would be for him to be strong enough to handle my way of life.

I speak not a word as my form whispers into the impromptu meeting place. Watching as Ajax and a new little one seem to relax a bit, Weylin calling the little one his son. My heart aches at the thought of my own pups. Fathom has long since run off for lands unknown, Capone gone from me forever, and Ellie off doing her own thing; to say I miss them is an understatement. Every fiber of my being cries out for my first and last litter. I feel the threat of tears before it starts pouring out, and I tamp the feeling down, biting off the head of the salty assault on my eyes. I sit, not saying a word as I watch the wolves present at the gathering. How many of them have lives outside of Glorall? How many of them have a deep attachment I cannot procure for myself? I keep my pondering to myself, shielding my expression from prying eyes.


"Speech"

And i hold on to what got, for as long as i can
And now it's fallen apart in my hand
And it's so hard to understand
It seems like you're here with me
I just wanna see you again