And to think I was expecting a welcome party. I bide my time waiting at the borders, sure that someone will come through. I've survived harsher conditions than this. Alas, I can only wonder what my alpha has been up to in my absence. Did he ever get an answer from Aviias? Has she taken my title as General? Has she moved herself in as close to the gossamer king as she possibly could? She always was a tart when it came to Kershov. She would have followed him around licking his paws clean if she could. Just the thought of her makes me cringe in distaste. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I'd never felt so stung by betrayal. And by Kershov, of all wolves. I would expect it of a new alpha or someone who doesn't know me or like me. I would even expect it of Scarlet Nights since I don't think we got off on the right paw. There's too much estrogen there, too much of a dominant personality for us ever to fully mesh as friends. I dont' like taking orders from someone who hasn't earned and she seems like someone who wants respect no matter what.
I tried to bottle it all in but the hurt seeped out in my depression. Marx was there to comfort me but it only did so much. What we have is passion and understanding, the perfect combination and yet what Kershov and I have is a partnership, or at least I thought it was. He understood me better than anyone adn we opened each other's eyes up so much in the time we knew each other. There was always that chemistry, an innocent flirtation between us that never went anywhere cause I have no desire for the crown. I only wanted to be his right hand, to advise him when he calls for it and be his weapon when he finds it fit to wield me like one. I don't mind shedding blood in his name. Or at least I didn't before that stab wound. I've never forgotten it and never quite gotten over it but I'm back for a fresh start. If he wants me to have the title then fine, I'll take it, but I won't forget that he offered it to her. Let her slide back into this pack. She won't get such a graceful greeting this time. I'll make damn sure of it. I won't take it out on him but you'd better believe he'll know that I know when he sees what I've done to her.
I leave him trace markers of my scent just to drive him crazy, well, crazier than he already is. I know that he must still know my perfume so I do it for a few days, just enough of a trace to leave him wondering. and on this day, I decide to plop down in the middle of it and wait for him to come along. I know he has a new Captain hanging around. I've seen peeks of him through the bushes as he goes to greet other new wolves. A handsome boy, but nothing like Marx or even Kershov for that matter. Maybe I just have a thing for bad boys and they're just my type. And then there he is. I can smell him coming before I see him and my tail lashes out behind me in eagerness, ears flicking to keep up with him as he makes his way in my direction. He calls out my name and I turn my head, looking right at him with my sapphire blue and emerald green eyes. I don't say a word, merely look at him, sure that soon enough he'll see me and get his answer.
When he skids up to me like an eager youngster for his first hunt, I can't help but flash my pearly whites at him in an amused grin. I can read the surprise on his face, a single brow lifting as I search his features. At his words, I stand and snicker as I move forward, rubbing myself all along his ribcage and circling back around till I stand beside him on the other side. My tail flicks under his stomach, tickling him in all the right places as I lean up to whisper in his ear.
"Doubting your own eyes so soon, Kershov? Don't tell me you're getting cataracts already."
My smirk is a little softer now as I wag my tail and tilt my head at him.
"Yes, it's me. Hope you didn't have too much fun in my absence."
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