A snarl edged at the brute's lips. Despite his constant reassurance to his packmates, despite his over one hundred successful scouting trips, despite his vitality to the pack Dionysus had betrayed him. 'You will rule after me, Gray'Strike, and take my name.' The wolf had sounded so sure, so Gray'Strike had taken it as a promise. How utterly foolish he was.
As soon as that broad had stepped foot into the initiation-cave, Dionysus forgot him. Bark'Pool was the Alpha's only focus now. His intense training of strength and agility, all for nothing? What was he if not the successor to his pack? He had been trained since childhood. 'You will grow almost as old as me by the time I retire- I am sorry. You cannot lead us.' He had been heartbroken- Too heartbroken to see the sneer painted on the Alpha's features. Was he really that malicious? And Gray'Strike never noticed, too blinded by this Alpha?
"Darling..?" The grey-coated wolf looked over, eyes immediately softening. Dionysus hadn't completely betrayed him by taking him in, no, in fact he had saved him. If not by rescuing him the wild, then by introducing him to Bright'Stride. Their first litter had disappeared while out training with the Alpha- But soon enough they'd bring a second into this world and surely keep them alive. "Are you alright?"
"Now that you are here, yes. Let us eat." He turned his back to Bark'Pool, happily stalking off with his mate in tow.
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