Special Delivery

Bellamy · 06-04-2023, 08:59 PM

Days had passed. It seemed that with each new day when Bellamy stirred, despite her children being there when she awoke, the Leader was in a state. She woke in tears, slipping from the den to clean herself up and become presentable. She was sure they were all grieving, and soon they would need to track down her mate’s murderer. No doubt the beast had already caused more damage, but Bellamy needed to gather herself and give her injured paws time to heal before she led the party to hunt the murderer down. She would leave Bae-Syl, Beauregard, Tanelan, and Phoenix behind to protect the pack. She would take Dagrun with her, Haydee, perhaps even Corbin should her son want to go. She didn’t want to bring too many wolves with her to gather up the one responsible, but she knew that she would be dragging his ass back to the pack for judgment. She had little doubt it would end with even more blood spilled… but she couldn’t just let the bastard get away with it… and letting him live would only give him more time to hurt others.

Later on that morning, a call came from the border. Bellamy furrowed her brow. A stranger’s voice. Hmm… Her mind shifted to Hay. Perhaps it was time to start training her daughter in diplomacy. She had picked the yearling as her heir, after all, and Hay would need to have knowledge of what to do when it was time to hand the pack off to her. Bellamy tilted her head back, giving a call for her daughter. She was sure that Haydee would come and meet her at the border as she started off to where the other wolf would be waiting.

As she approached, Bellamy became aware of the scent of the Armada, and the woman frowned. The dagger… her heart sank in her chest. With the events she had forgotten that Sirius had promised the delivery of the weapon. A lot of good it could do now… She sighed softly, her demeanor a bit downcast as she approached the yearling. “Welcome to Ethne,” She told the youth. “I am Bellamy, the Leader of this pack.” Her gaze shifted to the dagger and her heart gave a heavy pang. Life was so cruel… not that Gav would have likely been able to use this weapon. It wasn’t that it wouldn’t have been made right… her mate was just so gentle… would he have even drawn it? Bellamy’s gaze flicked back to the boy.

“Thank you for coming. We’ve been expecting a wolf from the Armada. What is your name?”

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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