Where Do Your Demons Hide?

She was so glad to have him with her - but it would be a short lived joy. The simplicity of it all would become something instantly hopeless. Gideon was beside her again, but it had come at a terrible price. Her niece was no longer a Valhallan, but one of Glaciem's prisoners. The alpha's stomach instantly dropped, a good piece of her heart breaking with the news. Her family, her heir, one of her girls had taken upon her shoulders to retrieve Gideon - she had seen her fail, had seen her upset, and because of her weakness Azalea was gone. She was gone and she was going to be hurt and she couldn't protect her! There was nothing that she could do - save for marching to the battlefield and challenging for her right then and there.

Her heart hammering, blood rushing in her ears, it was Themisto's voice that would momentarily pull her from the shock, and she would rest her blue gaze on him with a careful callousness. She did not want he, nor the rest of Valhalla to see her upset - that was part of why Azalea was gone. If only she had done something differently... but Themisto would smile and explain why he was here, and she would glance from he to Syrinx, and then back at he and the other Seracians that were gathering.

Syrinx was rather impressive, she would give him that.

"Thank you for coming." She would say to them, more than happy to see the aide from their sister pack. Chrysanthe had not wanted to involve them too much, they were already watching Syrinx and Collision's children, as well as Soliel if she so wished to be with her pups, but Valhalla needed back up and she knew it. Syrinx knew it as well, and had acted swiftly in a way that she had not the heart. Thanks were considered, but he was doing his job - and honestly the sincerity of the action would be lost on her brother. She would keep her fondness to herself as well.

Although she was worried for her heir's well being, she would have to push past it all and keep going. Yet how would she if each victory was followed by a loss? Each loss another loss? The young alpha was starting to feel like there was no way for Valhalla to win - but even so she would fight to protect it to her dying breath. With that in mind she would wait for Syrinx to speak - he was the only one that knew exactly what to do with these men. Chrysanthe would give her kin a nod, watching him expectantly.

So far, she felt that she had made the right choice in placing him beside her - even with Imena currently an omega... she would have to speak to her about it once all this fizzled out. Syrinx was their alpha, and allowed to raise his children whatever way he wanted. Although she had good intentions, her actions had not been right. Had the situation been different and Chrysanthe the one training her children to fight, she would have felt the same surprise at her audacity and perhaps even the anger that Syrinx had felt when he demoted her.