sins of our fathers

Rhyme couldn’t help but scowl down at his mother. She looked so small now, even when he had reached adulthood she always looked so strong and regal. As a slave he looked up to her for how strong she was, how even through everything she was put through she still held her head high. Now though.. she looked defeated like he had never seen her before. She was shrunken in on herself. Head down and low, tail limp at her side.

The slate alpha’s heart had hardened though, after nearly the same treatment under the slaver’s care. He stood tall now, head high and tail held high over his haunches as he stared down at his mother. She spoke, but it wasn’t near the yes or no he wanted to hear. A growl bubbled in his chest as he thought he might go crazy with hearing her decision.

He snarled loudly, his jaws near her ears as he held himself back. His emotions flaring he knew that he needed to speak with Shaye before he did anything rash.

”Go. Return to him.” Let him enjoy your presence while he can. If she wasn’t going to return to him willingly he’d take her from Valentine. The man did not deserve her loyalty after what he’d done. Rhyme growled deeply again and snapped his jaws at his mother when she hesitated. As she retreated back from whence she came Rhyme turned the opposite direction and started galloping. He needed to rid himself from the tension.