Nova Blancke
"You have my respect Alec Yaetes. You have proven to be worthy of passage. Not just to me....but every single person here thinks that you are worthy. You can walk among us with your head held high and you will always be welcome. Do you still wish to continue? I would advice against it." Leo spoke with respect and sincerity to the young wolf.
Alec felt his eye twitch. A memory played out in his mind.
He had been training in hand to hand combat with his older brothers. By training he meant getting pummeled. They had ganged up on him all at once, which was usual for Wolf-kin and was their way of preparing to guard the Fox-kin.
His father, the Alpha, halted the exercise and approached his youngest son. His smallest son. His weakest son.
His father put a hand on Alec's shoulder. He commented Alec on improving, and he offered him an opportunity to end the training for the day as a reward. Alec gratefully accepted, but he was instead rewarded with being lifted off the ground via an uppercut to the stomach. As Alec fell to his knees gasping for air, his father looked down on him and spit, "Spineless whelp."
Back in the arena, Zephyr cautioned, "I know what you're thinking Alec. Take the offer and accept your praise. The Dragon-kin don't mislead the way the pack leaders of your people do."
But Alec's gaze hardened as he said, "I said until victory or vanquish, and neither has occurred. I can keep...I ca-...I will..."
His hard gaze clouded as his body gave up for him. Will or no, he couldn't stop himself from passing out.
The world around him turned dark as his knees gave out. He crumbled like a marionette and laid motionless.