it's playing like a wreck

Basilisk let out a soft, huffed sigh. “I don’t know. But he’s waiting for my decision, so I’ll have to speak to him anyway. I guess I’ll have to tell him what's to come. I don’t know what he’ll do.” He said, and he genuinely didn’t. Hazels thoughts spiralled back to a battle between Azure and Sirius. A battle of giants, giant in stature, in their position in either of his or Hazel’s heart. His respect and, not that he could admit it, fear made Azure larger than life. Sirius, his mighty grandfather was just as godly in his mind. “No. Neither would the pack” he agreed, no matter the outcome.

“Hell yes. I don’t feel as if I know half the wolves here. Now the Warlord is telling me I'm about to be responsible for all of them? For the fate of this pack? I don’t even know what I want for dinner.” He growled the words irritably. He was afraid.


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