Long Time Coming

He’d meant to speak with Gwenevere ages ago, and now, he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of this important talk. She had been a major help in the raid, and that alone had earned her a promotion. That she patrolled often, and had even held a fight training session for the whole pack meant she would be further rewarded.

He’d returned from meeting Amos, and now he sat at the meeting stone and sent up a call to the true-blooded Adravendi female. While he waited, it struck him that of all the wolves to be leading an Adravendi based pack, it was she, one who actually carried the blood of Cairo Adravendi, the very founder of the family, who should be leader.

He gave a soft click of his tongue, frowning. Cairo had given Erani his surname the evening before his death, to be carried by herself and her children and family. She had borne no surname before that moment. And she often said that that was the moment she gave up on her mate ever returning. She’d been right.

Regulus’s blood grandfather had never returned. Not one glimpse of night black fur, not a sight of his scarred face, or a gleam of molten golden eyes. Gone. According to Uncle Castiel, who had been with Nova on a sort of… coming of age trip… the giant black male had been caught in a bison stampede and struck down, apparently dead.

Whatever had happened, it was long ago. The here and now were important. Erani’s line carried the name, and her family along with her. The Adravendis had grown with that addition. And meanwhile… where were all the true-blooded Adravendi wolves? He hadn’t seen Leo in a very long time, not since before the raid, and he had never met any of Leo’s children. He hadn’t seen Epiphron since he was a young man.

If he thought of it, Gwenevere was possibly the only other pure Adravendi he’d ever met. Which reminded him… Since Baine had seemingly neglected to make the trip needed to visit all the packs as his Harbinger, he would have to go on his own, and perhaps bring her along.

The thoughts continued on in his mind, while his eyes roved the plains, watching for the cream and auburn Adravendi to arrive.