burning bridges

He could see the deliberation of her thoughts, the uncertainty. He thought for a moment that she might swing against the idea, and he would be forced to make the choice of exempting her from the rules, or forcing her to challange him for her freedom. He did not know exactly what he would have done, but he was grateful the choice was taken from him. She accepted, and emotion bubbled to the surface. He was surprised to see the tears prickling beneath her lids, and did not know how to react. Should he comfort her? He had never been the beast at dealing with emotions. He was more accustomed himself to feeling rage then sadness.

She hugged him, and he pulled his other fore leg around her, cupping about her body gently in a returned embrace. There was nothing restricting about the moment, and she would be able to pull free easily.

'If only you had been my father' no other words could have caught so unprepared he froze, surprise upon his features as he looked upon her. He could see even theough his bewilderment, that she would run shortly. Before he lost the chance, he allowed spontaneous and unexpected motions to over take him. He pulled her in again, and pressed a kiss to her brow. "You are my daughter. And none have made me prouder" He declared in that moment. No doubt, nor hesitation in his voice. It was the word of an Alpha, and he would take whatever responsibilities came of it. Even it meant putting him at odds one day with Hannibal, whom he respected.

He had found Banshee, he had stolen her back from the earth, and helped nurse her to health. He had saved her life, and because of it her giving her the best life he could. He had not started this day with the intention of taking on a daughter, but he would stand by his choice.

He would make no effort to stop her, if she chose in that moment to run. He had said what he intended, and she would know now where she stood with the Titan. They were not of blood, but their family ties would be thick in loyalty, if she allowed it.