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“It would mean she has chosen the darker pack over her family, and if war comes, she will be on the other side of it.” He said gravely. Yes, he knew what it meant, and he did not like it. “But I can’t make choices for others, only guide them and hope they make the right ones.” Surely as an alpha and a father, Artorias understood this.

Our family It was the right answer, and Basilisk nodded his head. He understood that they were on shaky territory, but their alliances still stood. So long as Artorias was willing to fight for it, Basilisk was as well. “I’m sorry, I had no part in the dynamics of that pact, so I don’t feel it’s lose as you do. Perhaps in time, something new will be forged. But I think at the time of your meeting, there were too many new alphas, new parts, for anyone to commit to something that big.” He said softly, perhaps if Sirius had still been alpha, if the leadership of the packs hadn’t changed so swiftly… but what was done was done.

What he had to ask of Artorias was no small thing, he took a seat. Still on the outside of the Hallows border, and took a few seconds to collect his thoughts. “No. I came to ask something else of you, this favour is that of your nephew.” he gave a small, wry smile. “I have… there's…” No, he was making a mess of it. He stopped and started again. “The love of my life is a wolf named Ignita. She’s a wolf without family, or bonds outside of my pack. From slave to my… other half, as the Warlord’s mate before her was. I intend to do things a little differently from Sirius. I want to give her… legitimacy. I want her to feel that this sudden change is something she has the right to claim, and the strength to hold it. I want… to ask someone who is family, but slightly outside of this relationship, who is a Lord of this Realm in their own right, to officiate our wedding.” he inclined his head towards Artorias. “If you would do me this honour.”


"Basilisk"