The man slunk from the shadows into the clearing where the pack was meeting. There was Mabbit and Themis perched up on a flattened stone, gazing over their kingdom. There was a girl towards the front, and his intuition told him she was upset about something. There was another smaller girl, Evangeline, he knew of her. There was another male here, one who he didn't think had spoken yet. Phobus gave him a hard look, raising his eyebrow questionably. Then there was a family entering the clearing, ones he hadn't seen before. They didn't smell like they were from around here. But that was up to Themis to decide. Looked like pups and a mother. The so called "Prince" slipped up towards the rock, taking a seat below Themis and Mabbit. He knew his place.
Phobus couldn't believe it. His brother was getting married. Deimus? Settling down with some broad? He didn't care if she was royalty of another pack. The Deimus that he knew woudln't have just settled down just like that. Yet here they were, getting ready for damn weddings. Honestly, Phobus was shocked. Their mother had decided this, and then taken a mate of her own. Now, Phobus didn't know this Mabbit character very well, and he really didn't care too. But Themis wanted them to know him. Phobus was an adult, he could choose if he wanted to know someone or not. The thing that irked him was how Mabbit called this pack meeting, not his mother. Was she loosing her power to him? This could be an in for leadership.. Phobus wouldn't mind leading this pack. He would do good, set down some laws here and there.. he didn't know. But he knew what power felt like. In his own little fantasies, time and time again he believed in taking Wisteria away from her dear little Helius. The everloved Prince of f u c k i n g Dawnshire. As if Dawnshire had anything on him. His ego talked big.
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