Love's So Alive, But It Died In Its Sleep

In many ways Tyranis still felt like an outsider, his half siblings were closer to Acere than he ever was, and he could still feel the doubt in his uncle’s eyes whenever he looked at him. He chose to ignore it, far too absorbed in his horde of children and loving mate. He had taken root in Winterfell whether his uncle liked it or not, although the fact that Acere hadn’t flayed him living the day he joined made the lightning king suspect that Acere’s attitude toward his nephew may have changed.

He heard the call and made his way to the ship, more than sure that he knew what Acere wished to address. The new alpha was going to kill their father and Tyranis, with his freshly forged resentment would be there to wish him well. Acere was a champion fighter, it was what cut so deeply when he had turned away from his call to rally his family. Elias by comparison had been completely consumed by his mind blight and had already grown frail the last time he saw him. He would lose with little contest.

Tyranis stood before his uncle addressing him silently before he sat and waited for him to speak.

Speech, Thought, You