Érzelem

She finally spoke, the words few and far between when it came to Io, it seemed. He picked his head up, turning his ears forward as he offered her a light, half smile. “The pack, one for all, and all for one.” he said softly, and he meant it. No one should have to deal with it themselves if they were injured. He hoped Io could see that.

She had broken the silence, and now he raised his head up a little more, pushing up on his shoulders as he considered his little sister. “When I was injured, I listened to you because you are my sister, my healer, and I respect you. I know I told you you would not have to stand on formality, but I am still your Alpha, Iolaire. Do you respect me? Have I not earned your respect?” That was one thing he would always demands from those he loved and led. They could call him by name, they did not have to snap to attention when he walked past, but by all hells, they would respect him and give their loyalty to this pack. The lightning flashed, the whites of his coat and hers haloed in the sueen onslaught of light. Darkness again, and he blinked spots from his vision.

He loved Io, but still, a part of him wondered if he had been wrong to grant her such a high rank so quickly. He wanted all in his pack to have ambition, something to work towards. The strive to do so would give them loyalty to him and his pack, as they worked hard to earn it, to better themselves. Was there a void where this respect would be, because of his own impatience?