She cannot assure him in such swift prose as he might assure her for her mind is in chaos. Her body knows what it feels for him, that rush of warmth in his presence of the tightening of her gut around him. The way she relaxes upon his touch as she does with none other. That bond that coils between them, forever anchoring her to earth and easing the strain on her mind. How incredibly lonely she was before, she thinks, without even realizing it. Aithne is stern and proud but since being bonded with Praetor she realizes just how much she has missed in her lifetime. Things, she is certain, would not have gone in such a way with any other wolf. Fate has made a sound decision when they paired them together for Praetor's loving was slow and steady, like the thrum of the earth, a constant that never faltered nor overwhelmed. It is why she can look upon him now with sincerity and speak the words that had once seemed so daunting. Love. Love is to care so deeply for another that one was willing to sacrifice what it is that made them alone - she would die for him and she is sure he would do the same for her.

How amazing it is to see the transformation on his face, that longing hope that seems suspended there turning into euphoria. The way his tail arcs across his back magnificently, for Praetor is a striking male, and the whine that spills from his lips. How very different they are and yet at once the same. She can feel in her chest the same excitement he feels and that drives the emotions higher - how dull it must feel to find love with one other than your imprint, unable to share in their joy in such an instinctive manner.

While she was tense about declaring her love, he is tense about taking up the mantle of leadership. It is a mantle he will wear well she is sure but it would take time to integrate him as such to the pack. They would listen to him because they had faith in her and Aithne would not put Preator beside her if she did not feel he was worthy, love be damned. Her eyes close as he licks her forehead, lips turning into a somewhat playful smile. "I think that even if it wasn't for me, you would do a fine job. It is in your veins, after all," she jests, leaning forward to bump her head into his and grinning, elated in this moment to have such freedom with him. Love, mates, rulers.

"I wonder how your sister will feel of this," she says suddenly, curiosity on her face for she felt extreme regard for Vesper. There was no telling where Tesseract was but she had heard tell of him leaving the lands and Praetor had seemed rather sad in his wake but she would do what she could to keep him happy, along with her pack.

Six - Empress of Iromar - fated for Praetor

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