Where I Belong

The aging man would raise a brow as she spoke, speaking boldly the words that held her wish. Admittance. Acceptance into Abaven. The man would find no reason to deny the young woman. Allen would let his dark gaze shift over her, taking in her sure signs of want. What else could he do but say yes? Besides that, Motif had known her mother. Surely the woman would be sore if he turned the child away for no reason. Not that he had any such reason to do so.

“Then consider yourself accepted, young Lillie.” The man would rumble. He would raise a brow, speaking softly. “Though now that you are a pack wolf, you understand that you will be required to undergo training the same as any other, aye?” The man would ask. “Is there something in particular you wanted to train in?”