Overstepping

Rhyme didn’t get a lot of time to himself these days, but really that was a good thing. He’d been through so much in his life that dwelling and being alone with his thoughts were often a detriment. He had four rambunctious almost yearlings to see after, a lovely mate to keep him warm, and a huge family that wanted nothing but love and support. Poem was due to give birth any day, and the pack could finally begin to look forward to spring.

The scent of Thalia reached him as he stalked through the mist before the rest of the pack began to stir. Rhyme tried his best to withhold judgement, but the Abraxas name did anything but instill trust within the old wolf. He wanted to remain open minded, for his daughter. He didn’t know why Theory allowed the woman her trust, but because of that reason alone Rhyme would try. He wanted nothing more than to support and uphold his daughter and her decisions as leader. For now he wouldn’t allow what if to enter his mind. Not until his suspicions were proved true, and he prayed for his daughter’s sake they would not be.

Rhyme strolled easily in the snow, he’d get breakfast for Samara and the kids (Who he was very eager to kick out of the family den. They were way too big for that nonsense but at least it made for a warm den.) He crossed Thalia’s path and greeted her politely. ”Good morning,” he offered lightly.