The strength of the pack

Spider gaped at Shaye’s announcement and in an instant all his resolve left him. He was no longer leaving a pack that had grown tired of him, Shaye had taken note of him, and felt he could stand on his own. He wondered briefly if he might some day reach a higher rank than a simple healer, if he could achieve something in his life. He thought of Hannibal, then his mismatched eyes drifted downward and he thought of Shaye’s pups. What if they looked up to him with his rank? What if people actually wanted to be near him? His whole life he had craved acceptance and love, and now he weighed the love Abaven may have for him against the love of Hannibal.

Slowly he began to give thought to the scent Hannibal had carried on him; the clear scent of multiple women. He had known that he could never compete with a woman for a place in a man’s heart and his heart ached painfully as he came to grips with his own reality. Hannibal had never loved him he grit his teeth against the pain in his chest as his heart broke and he knew there would be several days of melancholy again, but maybe Shaye would help him? He closed his eyes, his voice speaking without his mind behind his thoughts.

“Thank you.”

Spider speaking  Toad's voice You