father of mine

She knew he was around. Theory could smell him, but she always seemed to be a few steps behind. After wrapping up her duties for the day, she finally devoted herself to tracking her father down. Did he have any news of Motif? How was Poem? Theo had a million questions that only he could answer.

Stepping into the role of alpha hadn't been seamless. There were days that she felt hopeless and young and stupid, but there was an undeniable air of maturity about her that hadn't been there before. Leadership suited her, whether she would admit it or not. Theo carried herself differently, a newfound confidence buoying each step. "Rhyme...?" She called out. He should be right around here; his scent was the strongest and it seemed to disappear if she strayed too far. Theory paced in a circle as she waited for her father to appear.