I had no words for this. But I did it to honor the word I gave him.
For my king alone, I kept my post secured for the longest time following his orders not to engage.
But man… it was heavy... The blessed blood of the rising king burned its objection through me.
"Robin!" The Luna yelled my name.
I grunted because I couldn't possibly turn, completely absorbed by the blood scent, I feared what my face could show her.
That we were that different.
"I've got to help Carl! You need to promise to guard the packhouse. Keep your focus! I have gathered the weaker she-wolves and the children in there,"
I stopped breathing with uncertainty. She did not ask me to engage, she asked me to guard…
Guard the weak…
My judgment was clouded. She wasn't the top of the pyramid in here, and her husband was an ass who'd rather bear witness to the inhalation of his pack than call for my king's protection already bestowed on Montana.
He was the living breathing reason why I hated werewolves so much.
