There's a First Time for Everything

The time had come for Avacyn to cement her place as the pack’s new Matriarch and take charge of the destiny she had been born into. To say Saracyn was dead chuffed for her would have been a tremendous understatement. The crimson male was gushing with pride for his twin, as was evident by the uncharacteristically large smile on his face as he walked at her side down to the lakeside meeting spot. As her Commander and new mate, Sara seldom went anywhere without her, and he would never not be by her side whenever an official pack function was called. He sat at her right side atop the stone platform as she called their pack to order, returning her smile and even giving her shoulder a gentle nuzzle to reassure her. "You’re going to do amazing. I’ll be right beside you the entire time," he told her, hoping to set her nervous mind at ease.

The rest of Elysium began to assemble around them then, wolves showing up one at a time or in pairs. Saracyn regarded each wolf with his piercing cerulean eyes, nodding his head to family and their siblings, and greeting their parents with a bit more of a smile and a brightening expression. To Chase, he offered little more than a cold leer. Noting the lack of Albion's presence, Sara just scoffed, as the Kleins had abstained from deciding whether they were leaving and turning tail from Elysium or staying and being worth paying attention to. Saracyn did, however, take note of Scylla’s presence, looking to the slate and cream striped fae with a bit of a subconsciously softening look—only for his demeanor to harden once more when she pointedly kept her attention averted from him. Frigid bitch… After their unexpected encounter in the thicket some months ago, he had thought that maybe she wouldn't be quite so bitter towards him, especially since he hadn't pursued any sort of vengeance against her, but clearly that hadn't been the case.

Hiding the split second show of real emotional upset her callousness caused him, Sara set his defenses back up and maintained his fixed gaze out over the crowd. It seemed like almost everyone had shown up—or at least everyone worthwhile already had. Turning his gaze back to Avacyn, he glanced at his twin with an expectant look, waiting like everyone else for her to begin her first official meeting as Elysium's Matriarch.

"Saracyn Mendacium"