Fruition of dominion

The pack had been surrendered without a fight and all the blood Ezekiel had been expecting, no anticipating with a deep, gnawing hunger, had amounted to nothing. They had been a pack of cowards and fled as such, abandoning everything they had owned as if they had never even been there. He had followed Sephiran, stayed in the middle of the group as they trekked back first to the moor and then up to the North at a wild pace until they were back where it had all begun.

The crisp air helps to revive the fatigued man as they set foot in the sound and a thrill zips through the heathen to think that this might be his home. Eyes dart over to his sister as they gather before Sephiran, armor and weapons still in place as the male draws them all in together for their first pack meeting. Exhaustion lingers in the edges of his mind but he does not miss the look that El gives Rhazien.

Jealousy turns his stomach sour and he diverts his attention away, knowing that she allowed to be with whoever she wishes but he cannot help but feel possessive of her. Turning his attention to Sephian, the Ezekiel waits to hear what the Sultan has to say before stalking off to take his anger out at on predator.


"Ezekiel Saxe"