The transformation of Voltaire and Amir's relationship has truly been inspiring. If anything, I think wolves of Moladian have a lot to learn from these two on how to get over the obstacles that seem impossible and make it work, find hope for a better tomorrow. Seeing them training together in Diveen had been one of my best pastimes. In the early mornings when I was doing my rounds on the borders, I would pick a stop on top of the rocks near our den and lie there, knowing what would come. And just as the sun came over the horizon, I would see them running like wild banshees, racing each other and pushing each other a little faster with every stride. It was amazing to watch. I was always motivated to go about my day after just watching them.

When the subject turns to Zeus, I scowl. I didn't like the ideas of the wolf or his motivations. He thought he was some kind of god and he wanted everyone to bow to him. Amir asks about the link between him and Voltaire and I shug. "He said something about Voltaire being a traitor or something. He wanted to take him as prisoner and of course, we refused. Zeus wasn't too happy about that." I can recall the anger reflected in Zeus's face that day and also the words of Voltaire offering himself up as sacrifice to keep the pack safe. We would never turn our backs on a pack wolf. We would rather offer up our own lives in his place. I wonder if Voltaire has not explained anything to Amir himself. Surely Amir would have asked. Maybe he'll go back and ask him about it later.

I mention his wounds and he promises me he'll get them looked at. I nod, satisfied. I ask what happened to Zeus, how they got away, thinking the worst but Amir reassures me, telling me Zen and Micteca came to help and ran him off. My eyes show my relief. At his question, I shake my head fervently. "No, it's the opposite of weakness not to want to take a life. It makes you strong to see an enemy the world might be better without and decide it's not your right to decide their fate." When he seems ashamed of hesitating when Zeus brought up his family, I tell him that words are the worst weapons and he nods. I can tell he agrees. I scowl when he says he knows Zeus wasn't lying. So there must be a link between him and Amir's family. How did he know them? I'm sure it's killing Amir to know.

I grimace a little as I listen to Amir tell me how much Voltaire cares about him. They sound like brothers now more than friends. Amir's reaction to Voltaire getting hurt is touching. It's easy to see they would each give their lives to save the other. I smile softly. "But you didn't lose him and that's what counts. You saved him by getting him to safety." I know he doesn't want to hear that he might have to wait for the answers but at least he's willing to listen. I smile as he tells me to be careful. "Thank you, I will. Take care of yourself, Amir. I'm always here if you need to talk."


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