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The dog King had fallen in on himself, weighted down by the heavy burden of guilt and pain that was the result of his mate’s attack. Her injuries were worse yet and he feared desperately that she might not heal entirely. In the days—weeks, months, years, he could hardly tell anymore—since her attack, the dog mutt had hardly left her side, and the drama unfolding around him was nothing but a whisper in the back of his mind. For all he knew, Strelein and Silvano were one in the same, and the pack members nothing more than squabbling puppies. Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore, nothing but his mate. He found it hard to face his children; he had been crushed by the weight of their mother’s injuries. He was not as strong as they believed.
Charlotte worried for him, certainly, but she did not know how to ease his troubles. She stood by him, a short ways away from the gathered members, nervously rubbing one arm with the other hand. Vigilante sat beside her, stoic and brooding in his massive secui form. The former Dreamer spoke and the Miracles’ pack cried out, some in protest and some in support. For a brief moment, Charlotte watched the muscles in her father’s neck twitch, his ears moving only a fraction of an inch. She did not know the loud black and white male, but his aggressive attitude was putting her on edge. The girl reached out to rest her fingers in the fur of her father’s mane, but he moved forward before she could make that contact in hopes of grounding him.
“The Dreamers were our allies, and even in their absence they are still considered such,” he growled sharply, his tone deep and rumbling. “Adults and pups alike have been attacked. Weak leadership will only bring this kingdom down.” Jade eyes narrowed, looking to the faces of those gathered in turn. “If anyone else has any objections to this change in leadership, they may speak now. I suggest you do so respectfully, lest you end up in the same low position as Mars.”
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