The Khan felt he was too good for the title of Iota, dreading that he wasn't even permitted to be a Sigma or higher. But the spots were filled. He had a beautiful mate with children on the way. There wasn't much he could complain about, yet he felt angered by such a ruthless King not seeing his potential. Perhaps he was going mad. Now rumor had it the Kings sons mate was kidnapped, hauled off by a Sabertooth Prince - And she was pregnant. Such a cruel fate for the young men, having it that likely both had lain with her.
He didn't care much for the drama that went on in the pack, so long as he didn't have to worry about Lova being thrown into another war. Had she been a token like her sister in the previous one, he'd have to break into Hawthorne just to see her. He didn't want that. Tarben was losing everything, Sindri had cut ties and Nightingale had been overthrown since the war. They had so many losses, and even a rapist in their midst - Who Beartooth protected and invited in. He felt angered with the news, tired of the endless overload of nonsense from the King. The Queen had gone silent it seemed. He wondered of her. Yet he was not in the position to overstep.
The Khan had dreams of being King, in Beartooths stead. As heartless as it sounded, yet he had been Khan elsewhere. He had the experience. And Lova would make a beautiful Queen. Together maybe they could make peace for Tarben. His plume trailed behind him as he moved towards the forest farthest to the south. Doing rounds and keeping tabs on Starfall was interesting enough for him. What moved him this time was the strange calling out that he was experiencing. As he moved further into the forest, the lights called out to him, putting him into a trance like state. Then, everything went black . . .
Walk, "Talk", Think
"FOR EVERY F*CKING THING I'VE DONE TO YOU"
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