Two peas

Basilisk had idolised his father to a point bordering on worship. It was only in the last year that the blinders had been ripped free. His father had betrayed everything he had stood for. The Armada would never belong to his father. He felt Yara step a little closer, and walked protectively over the small wolf. Through the blighted woods was nothing he could save her from.

“Of all my siblings, there's just myself and Levi left” he explained, their father had chipped away at them. When he and Ignita eventually had children of their own, he would not weed out the weak. He would encourage them, but he would not get rid of them for being a little weaker.

They arrived back at the den, and the Warlord nodded his head, encouraging Yara to head inside. “Shall we see if the rest of the night is more peaceful?” he suggested


"Basilisk"