you'd promise to keep
The wicked witch was thinking over her position in the pack, her mate, her wants for the future. She wanted so badly for children with Kalon, little witches and wizards she could teach her magic to. She just didn't know how to speak with him about it. Her hopes were that her brother would have the same ideas and mention it to Kalon. Yet she also hoped she would soon be an aunt. Amalthea was a beautiful girl, attached to the hip of her brother. Hecate couldn't be happier for them.
Yet, just as their peace had begun, it seemed to unfold. Amalthea's home-pack was about to have a war against Tarben, a pack they knew well enough. Their previous Alpha had pledged them to war alongside Tarben for next to no reason other than her own stupidity. Hecate every now and then thought back to the sight of her parents and brother being murdered. The sight of the wretched Storm bi/tch and her half-wit Delta tearing into them was enough to send her over the edge. She could still feel the anger in her chest from the battle where she dethroned her, she should have killed her. Rumor had it Irina had more children, now laid up in Amaya. It made her sick to her stomach to know she was even on the same side of the realm.
Her hot pink orbs widened at the sound of her brothers call for a meeting, a smile on her face. She left her and Kalons den, moving silently through the air. Her hot pink wings shimmering in the sun that warmed her. As she came to the clearing, she found she was a little late. Her white and black banded limbs collided with the earth before her curious gaze washed over the two pups near Sloane. Her gaze wandered to Cato, a brow raised but she bowed her head. "Brother, Queen Amalthea." She spoke, before taking a seat and curling her plume around her paws. She hoped to see Kalon, perhaps sneak in the children question after the meeting if Cato didn't make a gesture himself. Her hot pink gaze stayed on the two babes as she waited patiently for the last of the pack to join.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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& lay me to sleep
| MATE OF KALON | CHILDREN | NIGHTINGALE BETA | METALHEAD |
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