Levitate

He grinned and for the first time truly felt that Legion was his brother, emboldened by the other wolf’s steeled gaze and call to action. In that moment he forgave Legion’s absence when he had called to be met by Ruina. He was here now, that was all that mattered, and more importantly, he was itching to fight.

When the other male asked him what banner they flew under Tyranis’s chest swelled with pride. “We are Erövrare. We are conquerors.” He said with a deep rumble of satisfaction. He was tempted in that instant to place the gunmetal wolf as his Chancellor if only to beat down the ever active Hannibal, but he resisted before he could give in totally. No, he would have to prove himself he supposed, but he had no intention of keeping him in the rank of Court Member while the woman who carried his current litter had fucked her way into the rank of sister. No, he would be placed as infantry until he displayed to the rest of the pack what Tyranis already saw in the burning embers of his eyes.

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