Chapter Nineteen
Alpha Creed's Point Of View
I ran with Kronos that night.
Not the strategic movement of a pack alpha checking his territory or the purposeful patrol of a commander managing a security situation. The specific purposeless running of something that had too much interior pressure and needed the body's participation in managing it. Kronos at partial expression, not the full release of the battle state but enough for the ground to register his weight and the air to carry the fire in the low ambient way it did when he was present but not unleashed.
The forest received us without comment.
I had been doing this more in the weeks since Emerald arrived. Not thinking about the next operational requirement or the ceremony or the pack restructure or the intelligence coming in about
