always what if

Albion would have been completely content walking back into the territory in silence, just being by Scylla again was more than enough for the once prince. Her sweet voice filled the void however and she talked passionately about her plans and traits. Albi smirked as she mentioned her inability to succeed at being ‘good’ , ringing true to her heritage it seemed. She mentioned her desire to learn more about her lovely poisons but Albion couldn’t say he shared those desires. "Whatever makes you happy, sister.” He rumbled complacently as they continued onward.

He raised a brow as she dismissed the regular pack ‘garbage’ and that would be where their opinions began to deviate. "If you don’t wish to deal with the… garbage would you permit myself to have such an honor?”He asked her with a tilt of his head. "Even if we desire to sequester ourselves that won’t mean the rest of Boreas won’t come knocking down our door.” He cautioned his newly appointed alpha sibling.

"Albion & Scylla"