Triple Shit Infinity

The Adravendi seemed as melancholy as Rhythm felt, talking about days gone by. She couldn’t help but to think the story somewhat similar to Rhyme. He and Shaye were rebuilding Abaven to its earlier glories. She hoped they succeeded, as any mother would for her son. He was the breath of fresh air in her life. Knowing he and Shaye, her beloved niece, were ruling what was once her brothers. Imperium was gone, but part of it lived on through Rhyme. Rhythm wouldn’t let herself get too caught up in thinking of her son, and listened intently on the woman’s helpless words.

Rhythm hoped this was a brief lapse in confidence. Alphas were the leaders of their families their armies, they couldn’t show weakness to the outside world because there were too many eager to take advantage of them. ”You can never let yourself be overcome by uncertainty,” She offered quietly, hoping the woman recognized her words as helpful advise instead of criticism. ”Be the strong pillar for your pack, and they will imitate you. Then you’ll have nothing to be afraid of.” Except for bands of slavers, but even then eventually everything works out. Rhythm wished desperately she could go back, but she was old and didn’t have a pack to take care of. ”They’ll come around if they’re strong enough.” Just like some survived diseases and others didn’t. Some bounced back… some did not.