Me and the Devil

His eyes lit with delight in the darkness. “Then perhaps one day you will lead my wolves.” A smile curled his lip at the thought, although Astraios was his heir he expected him to fight for his role just as much as the others. It was a blind tease to the man, for Tyranis never believed that Astraios would be voted out from his rank. Hannibal swore fealty to him and the lightning king’s head rose with satisfaction. He liked the  way the man spoke; it made something rise in him that he’d never felt before. The few mates Tyranis had were always equal to him and worthy of his status, no one had ever openly submitted to him the way Hannibal did now, even the plaintive lambs of Ruina had never beguiled as much strength as the man before him did now, and yet he all but bowed before his black paws.

“ Hannibal Iber Klein” He said commandingly, his teeth still flashing in a wide grin. “I accept you as a member of Erövrare. In a few days you will find me on the battle field, calling together my supporters, or if you wish you may stay here and patrol these lands to ensure no one trespasses.” It was almost hard for Tyranis to believe mere days stood between him and raising his pack, it had felt as though all of Autumn had been spent gathering a following and planning out what the changes he would bring to his new pack.