Long May He Reign

The birth of his children had softened him considerably. Hannibal was increasingly becoming a point of contention for him not just with the arrival of his Taskmaster’s litter but with the joining of his brother. Leera seemed to have taken a fondness to the creature Hannibal had mated with and her skulking about had also come to trouble him.

While he had Legion and his father within his pack lands it was clear that a majority of the pack favored Hannibal. While he could very easily offer Hannibal to the demons and be done with the problem he feared it would spark a revolution among his people. The thought of his mother being right about what she had said the night she confronted him burned ever presently in his mind. No. He wouldn’t risk turning them against him. He would instead, force the male to submit to him.

Tyranis waited for the moon to rise; a vibrant red that told him the very eye of the Apollyon watched him as he approached the glowing pool before the witness stones. He called demandingly for Hannibal and anyone else who chose to bare witness to the ceremony that would unfold that night. At his paws the broken femur rested in the snow while his half blind companion circled the ring of black stones. Hannibal would take a blood oath, and swear fealty to Tyranis and the Praetors or risk falling into the rank he had so liberally placed on others.

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