Be Legendary

He felt exposed, standing at the border, waiting for Shaye or Rhyme to escort him to his children as per their agreement. He looked worn and weary, no longer a titan among men, he had been stripped down to a man that had lost everything, his children, his pride, and of course, his tail. He had left the pack in Cloud’s paws, which did little to reassure him. He had amassed a pack of traitorous vipers, with even their infant young being moved against him. In some ways it was a blessing that the red male had taken Hannibal, his pack had been at peace; there were no secret whispers calling the pale man king, or mutterings of the Klein’s rising to power, although he supposed it would be hard to look at the male as any kind of regent when he had lost so miserably.

Belatedly he noticed his sister gawking at him and turned his head away as he laid down. There would be a new barrage, he was sure, his memories were still distant but he could vaguely remember her calling him a rotten fool, or something to that extent. He was in no mood to hear it again. With a soft sigh, he laid his head down over his crossed paws, his eyes closing as if he hadn’t seen her at all in the first place.