Dreams have a way of screwing with your head. Whether they are an expectation, a daydream, a nightmare, or something your subconscious conjured up in your sleep. I had this expectation of my life. After my older brother chose his mate over the family business, the burden was left to me. I hadn't wanted it and I never thought I'd be the successor but I had accepted and done the job to the point.
There is familiarity and sequence in all of it. A repeat of events that were perfect. The job was easy. Give orders, tax, and raddle the cages now and then to show the sheep who the boss is. To give them a little taste of fear in order to keep the streets clean and our kind safe. I hadn't loved the job but I sure did love it once I got a taste of that power.
I never thought it would be taken from
