Not what I expected

The crimson price was surveying his land. This island belonged to his family, his pack—and by extension, him. The Mendaciums would lay their claim here for generations to come, but his would be the first to stake the land as Elysium, be the first to govern and rule it, to tame it and truly make it theirs. Ah, how he'd missed this island! Saracyn did love Alias with all his heart. It was the one place that felt like a home to him. It was where he remembered growing up, where he'd survived the Long Night with his family, where Mom and Dad had said they'd live forever once their family was all together. It had taken too damn long in his opinion, but at last, they had their home, and they had their pack. Once more they were the rightful rulers, never to traipse the land like vagabond gypsies again!

But despite his happiness with having his home turf back under his paws, there was still a lingering pest in Saracyn's eyes. The two obnoxious orphan blue pups his mother had brought home. He'd watched how they tried to weasel their way in closer to his parents, acting like they were their own children. It was disgusting and pathetic and he hated the brothers for even existing. They weren't blessed like he and his sister were, they didn't possess the spirits of the Ancients nor share in the blood of the Mendaciums. They were lesser beings as far as he was concerned and seeing them cozying up to his parents pissed him right off. Avacyn was too docile and even-tempered to see it or do anything about it, but it irked him when the riffraff forgot their place.

Speak of the devil, here came one now. While Saracyn was prowling along the edges of the forest and mountain base, he saw one of the blue brothers coming down from somewhere higher up. He scowled, lips tensed in a fine line to prevent himself from snarling while he began to walk past. He only just caught the end of the last sentence the wolf was speaking to his cheetah companion and gave a harsh, barking laugh. "He's right to be nervous. When the rejects forget their place, they might end up getting hurt." He shot a cold leer to Chade as he stalked past him on his way, his thinly veiled threat and insult issued without a beat of hesitation or remorse. He wanted to put the lowborn back in his place.

"Saracyn Mendacium"