Reminiscing

“I don’t want glory” he snarled angrily at Azure. “I wanted my Dad. I hunted for you for months I knocked on pack doors, I searched everywhere. I searched the longest. I believed in you. But you were gone. The pack was devastated by a flood. Wolves died. Mum, my littermates. Everyone but Levi left Because you weren’t there!” he yelled.

All his father cared about was glory. He seemed so puffed up and self important, as if he hadn’t abandoned his family for a year. As if he hadn’t been gone for almost half Basilisk’ life now. His fancy words did nothing but further ignite the anger seething in Basilisk’s gut. He thought if his father ever returned home, the homecoming would be something spectacular. He didn’t account for his rage, his hopelessness. He had given up on Azure. He had known in his heart of hearts, that his Sire was dead. He had mourned for Azure.


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