The cool morning air was refreshing an helped the new alpha keep his now busy mind at ease. Slowly the Knight was beginning to care more and more for the mornings. With the sun raise he could wander about with no duties, no members to oversee, and no worries. Although he would never complain about the new pack, it was turning out exactly as he had hoped, he still preferred to do his own thing. It occurred to him that maybe he was to hard on the loners that had helped form the territory. They were all as independent as he was and yet, when the time came, they had banded together successfully.


Allowing his mind to wander he walked causally on two legs thinking about his daughter. What was he going to do with that Gunnar kid? He seemed like an all right young man, a little like he was at that age; too egger to impress. A sharp howl quickly drew the giant out of his mind. The sound was familiar, though he rarely heard it. A soft smile spread across his face as he hurried to the son he know he would see. Sure enough, as he approached the boarders, there was his Enzo. Lorenzo, my boy! He called, soft Scottish accent sneaking in as he opened his arms and embraced the lanky teenager. Come to visit? Fia is here as well. It had been over a week since he had seen his boys and already he felt like it had been too long. The warrior was a very dutiful father and always went out of his way to ensure his children had time to spend with him. Pulling back from the hug he looked at the boy, eye to eye, expectantly. Perhaps he would bring news of Tony for him as well. How are you and Tony?

The tall boy gave returned the hug to his father, as expected. He had taught his children from an early age that family was very important; perhaps that was why Fia was having such a hard time coping. Shaking the thought from his mind he focused on Lorenzo. It always amazed him how tall the boy was, he matched Jazper in height and would most likely surpass him soon enough. Even Tony had stopped growing by now, a few inches under his father’s height , but Lorenzo seemed to keep going. His long limbs and narrow figure would make for excellent speed though, the father noted.


The alpha’s expressions became more serious as the boy crossed his arms, demanding that Jazper let him stay with his body language and asking hesitantly. The Scottish wolf did not speak for a moment. It was true he had allowed Fia to stay but that was because she needed the support. It displeased the father to hear that the boys were at each other’s throats again. It seemed like they would never grow up and face each other head on be it in a mutual agreement to disagree or in a fight for dominance.


Allowing his face to remain calm he answered with a serious tone, If you want to stay you’re more than welcome, though I would prefer you and Tony work things out eventually. I would never turn away my son. During the last statement his features softened and a gentle smile replaces the serious. He had missed his sons and he would always welcome his family with open arms. Absent-mindedly he wondered what Ghita was doing back at the manor. Was Lorenzo and Fia’s leaving hurting her more? Maybe she would give in and come join them. Motioning for toe boy to follow he gestured with his arms, Welcome to Casa di Cavalieri