i ain't got your name on my hand

”Ahh” Sweet Halo, always trying to help those around her. She must have seen it, seen how it ate at him that he was leaving without a chance to say goodbye to Dread. To tell him where he was off to. He closed his eyes for a moment, silently thanking her before he released Dread, and leaned back to give them room to talk.

“I’m retiring, passing the pack on to Basilisk. I’ve decided to head to the Hallows so he can learn how to be Alpha without me stepping on his toes.” He explained matter of factly to his son. “I’m too old to lead the Armada much longer” A fact that he regretted, and took a long time to come to terms with.


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