As I carry on with my report I am watching him consume the badger. His teeth pull the strips of muscle and meat apart causing the badger to be unrecognizable. I hope he does not find me being rude as he enjoys his meal. I wish I could have brought him more food. I can see through his thick obsidian fur that he isn’t as well fed as before. He seems to be thinned out. He is different. I can see it in the way he moves even as he tears into the flesh. Each movement was sluggish as if he wasn’t paying attention. He used to be so precise with his movements that I do everything in my power to not correct him, for it would be wrong if I did. I am a bit nervous to be in his presence. I am usually not this close and typically for not this longer length either. Yet I will not be a puppy forever. I need to step out of my comfort zone and do as I need to for my pack. A pack that I do not associate with that much and they do not associate with me either, but maybe that will change. One day. Yet I noticed my comment with us lacking in allies was an opinion I shouldn’t have given him. His lips pulls back wider to reveal those dangerous teeth of his, teeth that could easily dig deep into my neck and rip my throat out. My skull lowers slightly, red-trimmed ears fold back in an apologetic way, a silent way of showing my lack of intelligence as I continue my report. It was when I was finished that he brings his head up and stares at me with those haunting, unwavering, sunset colored eyes. Those flecks of orange and red with them blazing like a small fire. I cannot help but raise my head, my ears pointing forward listening to his praise. Softly I speak my hoarse voice filled with humility.
“Thank you Sir, I am glad I was able to prove some value to you. I shall go to Glorall and try to give us a strong ally, and I shall wear my scars proudly.”
It pleases me to hear him speak. He does not out-right voice aloud that I had done a good job, but he does not speak that I have done badly. I guess this could be a good thing, right? I guess I did good on my first task because he has given me another. I am not sure if I can bring a possibility of a pack between Glorall and Iromar. I am merely just a pup and I barely three years old. Yet I shall do something that no other pup has done before. I will be an adult and I will bring to Iromar a pact with another strong pack. I still do not understand our need to hate Diveen. They were a nice pack. They helped me when they didn’t have to, but I doubt very seriously I should say this aloud to Andras or any other wolf- ever. I may look like a Demon, but I am a part of this pack and we have a reputation to up hold. Because clearly every place I went everyone treated me as if I’d kill them on the spot. Though I must not think about how else I can make myself appear a worthy wolf. Right now I see my Alpha in distraught and deep pitiful despair. I have seen that long lost look in those somber eyes of his. They are in my eyes all the time. I have always been alone and I haven’t had anyone else to rely on. I know the ache he feels, but I am sure it is much deeper than my own. He had a mate, he had a family, and he lost them. The pain is much deeper when you lose someone than having pain for losing someone you do not know. Lowering my head my hoarse voice tweaks with a sympathetic tone.
“I am deeply sorry Sir. I wish Lilith and Naberius were alive still. As for Siren…do you want me to look for her? My Mother…my Mother told me Chael is dead. She seems at a loss, like you, but I know your pain is much deeper than hers.”
I am not sure if he was aware Chael was dead. I did not know until I came across Mother. Mother was...not herself. She was angry and sad all wrapped in one, which simply made her far more dangerous to be around, and I couldn’t stay longer. I had to leave her because I was afraid she might kill me. I don’t know if I should stay in his presence or not. Mother snapped at me in her grief over the death of her imprint, an imprint she did not care for, but I guess losing your other half destroys you. As I remain sitting here in front of him I stand up and take a tentative step forward speaking so gently. My intense violet eyes, speckled in my Father’s ice blue meet his gaze and I force him to hold it…just this once.
“Sir, I…I know this sounds unorthodox, but…you were always there for me. You’ve been more of a parent than my own…I just wanted to say thank you for that and I’m here…I will always be here for you Sir.”
Slowly I lift my head and allow my nose to trace along his jaw, my cold nose stopping at the corner of his lips. It is a gesture that all wolves do. A gesture to show an Alpha that you are loyal to them, a sign that he is above and fit to carry such a position. I should not be touching him. He is not my Father, but I just needed him to see...for him to feel that he is important, at least...to me. I know I cannot replace the loss of his children. I know I am nothing more than just a dead Omega’s daughter, but I just hope he understands that he is something to me. He was someone important and maybe, maybe that could at least be something to help ease his pain as he begins to continue on living.