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Finally, the man’s face broke up, lining up yellowing teeth in a display of distaste for the man he had to bow before. Lavender narrowed instantly as well, but while the expression in Conor’s face tensed, he did his best to remain calm and collected as the larger brute spoke heavy words of disapproval. Weakness could be so many things depending on the creature that spoke the word. When Conor had risen to take the blood stained crown of flowers he had known that he was not ready, but no one had been prepared for the horror that Haku Soul had forced through while carrying the King title of Dahlia de Mai. Conor was very different from his father in every way personality wise. He had been praised on the way he was leading this pack and that meant that he would have to suffer complaints as well.
”You should have come to me,” he silently spoke, wishing that he had picked up the disapproval from the D’Angelo male sooner. Then again, he could not be everywhere and see everything. He had not guessed that Larkspur harboured such annoyance as was displayed on his face right now. ”The coyotes will not come back.” he then spoke, voice thickening with resolution and nerve. This was what Conor believed. ”Haku Soul started the war because he thrived on blood and death—things have changed; history will not repeat itself.” Though, the alpha heavily doubted it was the concern for new conflict that fuelled Larkspur’s disapproval. What was weakness? ”You say that I am weak. Please, elaborate,” he offered, still wishing to understand the other so that they could create a dialogue.
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