Raring to Go

Sirius snarled as the lesson went right over the boy's head, glaring at his son, feeling the first tendrils of dissatisfaction to him in his heart. He was glad Malalia pointed out his loss to him, or he would have done exactly that. “If your whole pack is against you, you’ll find your food poisoned, your wolves finding loopholes in every order. They will do their best not to fight for you, or protect you. They will be against you, if not openly where you can combat it, then quietly, where you can only guess. You will start to think you can trust nobody, and your empire will crumble at your feet, until you are nothing.”

The icing on the cake, was the way he turned back to Malalia, dismissing her like he had any authority over Sirius’s wolves. He clearly wasn’t mature enough to earn any such respect - from Sirius, or his warriors. He shook his head, reaching forward, and cuffing the boy gently over one notched ear. Disappointment heavy in his heart. “Strike one, two more and you're out of the competition for Heir.” he warned Azure. He would not have a brat as the future Alpha of the Armada. This was Sirius’s legacy, this was his entire life, what he had worked himself up from slavery for. Maybe that was the difference, Sirius had known slavery, well Azure had been raised on luxary.