Where Do Your Demons Hide?

War was looming. His family was in peril and the now five year old man wasn't going to stand for it. Why was it that just when he was beginning to start his life over again that things had to deteriorate? But what was done was done and there was no taking it back. Now, Valhalla had to get ready for war, as much as he didn't want to. He didn't want to see Chrys get hurt, or Claire, or even his daughter Seraphine. He had to protect his loved ones, or he would die trying.


A summoning call from the newly appointed alpha Syrinx would ring out across Valhalla, summoning all the newly appointed warriors to him. He was going to train the warriors and the man hoped that the russet alpha knew what he was doing. Powerful ivory limbs propelled the warrior towards the call of his alpha, mismatched gaze falling on his best friend's figure. If he could've, he would take her place in the war, let her stay home, but he knew that Chrysanthe wouldn't want that. She wouldn't sit idly by while her people shed their blood and the blood of their enemy. The ivory knight would come to stand a few yards away, haunches folding beneath him as he sat, wondering what exactly the new alpha had in store for them.



Talk like this