Where do we stand

He had picked up her scent the very moment she walked in. He had been waiting for her, unsure what this day would bring. His toes touched the invisible border, fear of the Viking woman strong in the large man's chest. He had heard that if he wanted to hide away from the wrath of his parents that he would have to disown his name, which is why the fear felt so real. Apollo was being pulled two ways, and for once in his life he felt weak. The choice was not an easy one, between the woman that he loved and the family that had raised him. Ears lay flat against his skull as his eyes locked onto her dark form, a sigh slipping from his lips as he waited for her to sense him. He was not going to trespass into Yfir's lands, he doubted that Katja would take it very lightly. But he couldn't keep himself away from her, he just had to know if she still cared for him or not. Finally, finally he spoke, not able to hold back anymore. "Chryseis." He called softly, her name tasting like honey on his lips. His salmon tongue pressed against his chops, his lips dry with anticipation. He wondered how his little brother was faring in this pack, but most of all... he missed her. But did the golden marked temptress still feel the same for him? Did he leave her with a bitter taste? He didn't want to lose her, he had torn down his stony walls for her. He couldn't help but wonder if he even still had a value to her. With Olympus no longer ruling a pack -- for now -- did he have any worth in her eyes?