i ain't got your name on my hand

A sly grin appeared momentarily across Seer’s face. It was possible that Dread didn’t remember, he had been very young at the time, and it had been before Zee’s death, which had overshadowed everything. “It’s my second, actually.” He had retired so that he could prioritise raising his children - Dreads litter - with Zee. Her death had thrown him, and he had gone back to the only thing he knew how to do - lead the pack.

“I’m very glad you came, actually.” Not so much so Dread could do something for him, but know what was going on ”This way you will know where to find me, if you ever need me Dread, reach out and I’ll be there.” He promised quietly.


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