Victor was somewhat surprised when Eden didn't comment on his more humble upbringing. Perhaps it didn't matter much to the alpha, and for that the boy was glad- so many wolves put so much stock into bloodlines that it was as if one couldn't be great if their parents were not. He did not doubt his father's prowess in battle, but the brute had mellowed out considerably with a family- and then he had left, gone away, speaking of purposes elsewhere. Victor did not care if Vincent ever came back, he felt no connection to the male, even though he had once been his prodigy. But perhaps now he would be someone else's prodigy, he thought, looking at Eden with an even, fiery gaze.
The question did not take him by surprise. "I will be a deadly force. Stronger than my father was, in build and in constitution. I do not just desire to be great, I know that I will be. I will be remembered." Victor said with a sense of finality. Yes, he would be a weapon, a nightmare. He would live beyond his years in horror stories told to pups at night, or perhaps in stories of glorious battles. He was hungry for the recognition that his family could not give him.
The declarative statement hardly took him off guard- Victor was fine with being claimed to a pack, it gave him a purpose, an opportunity he simply could not find as a loner. And as fiercely curious and strange as Eden was, the boy liked him. Not like those soft alphas who let talent waste away. He knew that he would have done just that in Spirane. Victor dipped his head slightly. "That is why I came. I refuse to waste that potential." |