PLAYING DRUMS WITH A BLEACHED BONE

To Tyberius' surprise, there were quite a lot of wolves showing up at this meeting, and only a few of them were males. He wasn't romantically or even lustfully interested in anyone, so the fact that the males were outnumbered was just that. A fact and nothing more.



What did interest him was that the black female had begun to speak to the crowd that had gathered. Firstly, she had a name. Medusa. It was foreign to his ears and almost enjoyable. Secondly, she was a Madame and not an alpha, although Tyberius equated these to be about the same. One of her requirements were that every wolf had to be able to look after themselves, a place where he fell short. He was not capable of hunting large game and at times, even the small animals evaded his teeth. Odds were that the serpentine woman already assumed that fact but Tyberius was determined to blatantly lie. If he had to follow up on that, then so be it. He would not be turned away.



Medusa mentioned ranking but it mattered little to Tyberius, so he tuned that bit out. He didn't care where he stood in the pack. It was likely that none of them would care for him anyway and all he meant to do was cause chaos. Most of the time.



The alpha had introduced one of the only other males as Master, but that was all Tyberius needed to know. The rest didn't matter. Medusa invited questions and other wolves spoke up, pledging their allegiance to Amenti. He waited until there was a silence, then spoke up himself. "I will stay." He could have concocted a cutsie little story about how he'd stick with the pack through anything but right now it was too much effort. No one would notice; they would just assume that he said little, until they grew to know him better.

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