He paused and looked up at the male, pinned in place by his cold stare and his rumbled question. How did he intend on making his father pay? He hadn’t considered it past the impassioned rage he felt at the memories of his father. Did he think he, an outsider, could rally this pack to rise against the Praetors? No, that was impossible and even at hits zenith Ruina had never been so grand it could warrant an attack from another pack. He looked up at the male again, feeling his fury ebb away as his resolution began to dwindle.
“I want…I want to become great, I want to have a skill and be successful.” He said, his voice choked with emotion. “I want to prove that he was wrong to cast me aside, that I can be someone valuable, and do something worthwhile.” His voice became softer as he lost his boldness and fervor died away leaving him feel as small inwardly as he felt outwardly.
