THE PATH I WALK IS IN THE WRONG DIRECTION
The gunman was conflicted. He knew of the arrangements already, that he was to be married off to another royal member of another pack. But he was fearful, what if he was rejected? He was too in his head for this all, especially developing into a teenager. He was finding himself wondering what female he would be tied to, how to woo her. He wanted someone to hold himself to, but he knew he couldn’t do so outside of the marriage pact. He was a key in keeping peace with his home, even if that meant potentially leaving his home.
Now his mother, sister and brother had vanished. The pack was dwindling down in numbers. He feared for their existence. He feared for everything falling apart around him - including his father. As the call rang out to him, he knew it was time to truly see the damage in their numbers, and potentially hear his paired, fated mates name. He sauntered like a ghost, finding his way to the clearing where his stoic father sat with his sister below. She seemed to put on a facade, to seem happy. He gave a nod to them before sitting next to his sister, facing out to the faces who would come.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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CAN ANYBODY MAKE THINGS BETTER?
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