Making Arrangements

Albion glared at the dog that rounded him up at the request of his father, he debated for a long moment if he would obey or not. Maybe out of habit or perhaps a little defeat, Albi willed himself to move. His huge frame lumbered behind the mastiff, and was a little surprised when he found himself following Siren’s trail. There wasn’t much that went beyond Chimera’s notice so he wouldn’t have been surprised to know this was some kind of ridiculous intervention for him to make up with his mother. Siren was right when she thought he held her just as culpable as his father when it came to Scylla’s missing presence in the pack.

He started going over the conversations he’d have to rebuke even as he walked slowly behind the errand dog. Certain of what was to come, he was taken completely aback when his white blue eyes found Manea’s unforgettable form. A scowl overcame the surprise as he seated himself decidedly away from Chimera and Siren, he was maturing but not enough to hide his discontent in the presence of the royal woman. He did have enough sense to stay quiet as his glance shifted from Manea to his parents.

"The Murder Bunch"