At my Side

Rhyme remained respectful, still almost in a daze at Shaye's decision. Only a few weeks ago he had been a slave, now he was Abaven's second alpha. If anyone but his cousin had asked him into this position he might have thought them pulling a joke on him, there still wasn't huge amounts of trust for others within him. But Shaye was family and she was serious in that moment.

She outlined stringently what she expected from him, and he couldn't say he was surprised. While she had passion he had the experience to back her up. He found himself nodding solemnly in acceptance, he has no dispute with her words. She wasn't done, and gave him more duties to be occupied with. Meeting those who sought them out at the border, settling any disputes that might happen within, call meetings. While he had no qualm with these he hoped Shaye would be taking on the majority of those cases. He was an experienced fighter, but if he had a weakness it was his social ability. Though he also knew any trouble he might have Shaye would be there to back him up, just as the opposite was true.

"Shouldn't be too much to handle," he said with his usual confidence. None of what she asked of him were outside the realm of his capability.