Revvin' up your engine listen to her howlin' roar

Bellamy · 09-17-2022, 01:23 PM

Bellamy shook her head with a small sigh. “Not the foggiest, I’m afraid. It seemed too organized, taking wolves of different packs, to have been anything but. Our alpha was holding a festival, and unfortunately, when the disappearances occurred, I had taken some time with my husband and adopted a little one to reunite with our daughter who’d come to join us from the South so unfortunately, I don’t even fully know what lead them to disappear. I found out later, from a packmate, that something had even happened. By the time I was able to investigate the area, there were so many scents of strangers I couldn’t make heads or tails of what had happened. It doesn’t make sense though… Wren had been a young, strong alpha, and those who went missing… It doesn’t add up.” The woman’s gaze slipped to the earth as she furrowed her brow.

Then the talk of packs, and her idea to challenge, came up. She lifted her gaze back to the male and offered a small smile. “You need not warn me about them, Kotori. The Menagerie had been allied with the Armada and, though I was not part of the pack long, it feels like spitting upon Wren’s grave to target those who were once meant to be friends. The Armada, Ashen, and the Hallows were safe from the beginning. I am not afraid of retaliation, I am not foolish enough to believe that any pack will merely take getting their home taken by a stranger well, but I am also not foolish enough to poke my head into a beehive, so to speak.”

The woman wasn’t entirely sure which pack she’d be challenging yet, but she didn’t want to dishonor Wren and all she worked for by fighting a pack of the Empire. “That naturally means I wouldn’t be going for your pack either of course. Not that I would challenge a newly created pack anyway. That’s just in bad taste, in my opinion. Though I’ve no doubt you’d stand against any challenger who came your way. The way you carry yourself speaks about confidence in your abilities. It is not a bad thing, and inspiring to a pack to see an alpha able and ready to defend what they have laid claim to.”

The woman had limited experience with packs in general but she was speaking from a member standpoint. Especially under Acere, the Northern king, she had felt this way. It was undoubtedly why she felt so strongly against Ignis as well. Her loyalties ran deep and unshakeable, and even when she had initially thought to leave Menagerie based on that ‘vision’ and sign from Nox she did not wish to do so on bad terms. “I agree with what you’re saying, however. I feel that if I am to take a pack there is no real honor in simply claiming Menagerie as it falls. How are others supposed to respect you if you do not earn what you have on your own merit? How can they trust you have the ability to keep them safe?” Bellamy shifted on her paws.

“I may not have the blood of alphas running through my veins, nor anything that marks me as immediately different from your average stranger.” Bells drew in a breath. “But I am a firm believer in fighting your fate and shaping your own destiny. As a child, I was enslaved by an Empire that took me from my family. I slew their empress and made my escape. Later, when brought back for “judgment” and public execution by that woman’s heir I challenged and killed her as well, watching an empire crumble before me as a result.” Bellamy flicked her ears back. “I do not bring this up as a means to brag but as a sign of my resolve. I will fight, and continue to fight, for what I want and what I need. No one will take advantage of me, or my family, while there is still breath in my lungs. If I have to carve out a path marked with blood to ensure their safety then so be it. I will do what I must.” There was a shine to Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.

She wasn’t a noble, hell, she barely knew what would be expected of her as an alpha. But that wasn’t going to stop her. Neither would any wolf telling her she couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to achieve her goal. She didn’t care how long it took… She might have been nearing seven years of age but she wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. The lands of Boreas and Auster had better be ready… an alpha to be was lurking. It wasn’t a matter of if, only a matter of when.

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