The Other Side

She followed Isardis like a shadow, a weary soul who had been bound to the den with her little ones for so long. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of Taurig and strangers as they passed the borders of a foreign land, a land that had been marked by another?s leadership. Legs carried her towards where the confrontation was occurring, ears pinning back as she heard the argument between Isardis and his son. Crimson gaze placed itself upon the new alpha, the man who had finally chosen to come out from beneath the shadow of his father. She felt saddened, as if she wanted to cling to him, for Argent knew she would dearly miss him. And yet, would it be fair to cling to him? The ache in her heart was unfair, because it would never overcome the attachment and loyalty she felt towards Isardis.
?My King, Taurig has just done us a great favor. By taking another pack he has eliminated a potential enemy and brought us a potentially close alliance,? she informed the albino King, coldly as if that was all she was interested in. The briefest of looks was given Taurig, one of sorrow, because they both knew where she would stand if Isardis came to blows. ?Don?t you see how this will help you build your empire,? she whispered, and she feared that he would not listen, because she did not hold nearly the same pull on him as he did on her.