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Archon's brows furrowed at Pandora's words. Hannibal, the rightful heir? That was laughable. Her hard stare told him she wasn't joking. He let go of a soft breath debating on whether or not he should truly speak. He was an outsider in all of this, but he knew Hannibal well. Then she moved on to insult the pups and Archon fixed his eyes on the split-faced woman.

"Mind you, you only even have a pack for the Kleins to gather because of Deathbelle and the pups she bore," he said, his eyes not leaving her for a second, but his body remaining otherwise in a relaxed position. "Hannibal has served in a pack that crumbled due to its weak leadership. He became my slave, and then lost to the leader he himself deemed so terribly flawed. Then he went missing until Deathbelle rose to rank and handed him a position despite his shortcomings."

Archon coughed lightly, soothing himself back down. He didn't need to start any fights, but when it came to Belle, it was nearly too late. "I have no problem with Hannibal being your 'heir', but do not downplay the one who has brought him to the position to even be considered for leadership at this point or her decisions." He said, his voice more level this time around. "How long have you all had to show the world your Klein name? And yet the only one who has come close is the one who you wish to deem unfit for the throne. Then, I pray ask, why are you even in her pack? Are you just waiting idly by for Hannibal to tell you to prove yourself with no real will of your own? Where were you when Hannibal was being thrown in the dirt time and time again? You share not in his struggles, and yet you want all the glory."

Archon fixed his gaze to Deathbelle at this time, "I think the suggestion of a secondary pack is a wonderful one." Let the beggars follow their failure of a leader and this decrepit litter. They could show the world what fools looked like while the true Kleins could flourish in the primary pack. "Calm," he reminded himself. "You mean not to hurt Hannibal nor Deathbelle. Both are strong, let them work it out." Archon tried to reason with himself to not start anything. With a rigid huff, Archon physically disengaged from Pandora, turning his attention to Hannibal and Deathbelle to see what they would decide.