Mumma please

Ignita's brows raised and she tilted her head as he made it very clear how he thought slaves should be treated.

She held her pose as he yelled, closing her eyes for a moment as the vehement breath of her taller stronger son made the fur on her cheek move. She set her jaw and looked him in the face again. Her head tilted up at him, nearly his father's height.

"I don't have to make you. You will be. I'm stripping you of your title as Prince as of right now. The rest of the pack doesn't have to do your bidding, you will have to do theirs. You can take it up to your father after I've spoken with him."

She lifted her voice to the sky, calling to the members of Armada.

"I, Ignita, as an Alpha of Armada, declare Citadel, son of Ignita and Basilisk, a Songbird from this moment on." She called to the pack, letting everyone know.

Her howl done, she set her golden eyes upon him. Disappointment and grief were etched into her very gaze. She knew the call would also call her husband to her so that they could talk about this decision. But she would not budge from this.

"When you have learned how to serve the pack by being among the lowest members, then you may earn the chance to get your title back." She declared. One day... One day she prayed to the sun and whatever gods there were that might be listening that he would learn from this. A mother's job is not to be thanked. A mother's job is to teach, guide, and love. She loved him enough to do this for him. He may never forgive her for this. But hopefully one day he'll understand it. Was this what it meant to be Queen? To decide to have your son hate you?