Familiar

“Stand down Hannibal.” Tyranis commanded as he stepped toward the two having seemingly appeared from thin air. He recognized the silver male as one of the leaders of his uncle’s pack, although after his meeting with his mother he loathed to consider any wreckage a member of his family.

“Torin isn’t it?” He questioned, his head raised over his shoulders as he stepped closer to the male in a sign of dominance. These were after all his lands and even the courtesy of another alpha was due to him in his own home. “What brings you to my borders?” He asked, his voice calm but his eyes as steely and narrowed as ever. The dark thought that his mother might have convinced Lirium to attack him twisted coldly in his heart and the king let the hackles between his shoulders rise slightly for good measure.

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