Amaya's Reign

Entanglements

On the other side of the vast territory grounds Amaya's grandmother was waking up and (Changing his name for the rest of the story Jamal's name is now Amaul)  Amaul was packing his humble belongings to prepare to move into the packs royal mansion. He packed in silence but he sensed her before she flung his door open and stepped in uninvited. "Amaul" his guest shouted his name, he breathed a heavy breath he knew what was coming before it came. Sitting on the bed in anticipation of the women who had always been a storm in his life, his former mate how had rejected him stepped into Amaul's bedroom with her hands on her hips and her feet spread wide apart, face full of fire. Here we go Amual thought her comes the thunder and lighting. 

"What's this I hear about you being chosen by the new queen to be her consort?" Amaul raised his eyebrow at the word consort which he knew she used to insult him and get him angry on purpose. Not taking the bait he continued to pack in silence. "Did you not hear me Amual? Are you ignoring me? Is this new Queen of ours a spell caster? Has she already bedeviled your with her magic or did she use something else to spellbind you?" Vashty was purposely pushing his buttons because that's what she did she antagonized him until he exploded and then they would fight and then they would make up passionately that had been their way since they were pups but the older they got the more weary Amaul had gotten of the emotional roller coaster and he had almost been glad when she had rejected him as her mate. Of course it had wounded his deeply he had thought he loved her but as he got older he saw it for what it was a familiarity they had clung to each other because they had been orphans in the pack and they had made each other family but time has a way of healing all things he was no longer in love with Vashty and she had been right in rejecting him as a mate.

So this was just some residual territorial holdover had to be because Vashty had quickly moved up the ranks as one of the best female pack warriors this pack had to offer. She was a commander a skilled battle tested strategist she had trained many warriors male and female under her. She was in fact one of the shining jewels in the old queens personal braggade of bodyguards when she went to other packs. Her accomplishments were many and being mated was something she never really had wanted. She had always been a free spirit and he had been content to let her shine in her way. To stifle her would have been to kill her very essence and Amaul had loved her too much to ever do anything of the sort even when it had hurt his pride had mostly been hurt when she rejected him but he had expected it.

Amaul shook his hand and smiled, "Vashty you don't love me, you rejected me remember?" He watched her cross her arms and look towards the wall. She hated losing if anything and this was just another battle in her mind. How she had wished many a night that she had, had the strength to stand up and make Amaul her mate. She had been scared that love and being a mate would dominate her and overwhelmed her ambitions so she had choose herself instead of love but that didn't make it any easier to see him moving on. She sighed and sank to the floor, "So what do you know about this alleged new queen? Is she a good person? Where did she suddenly appear from? What does she know? Is she capable of being a good ruler? You don't even know her and yet you're going to mate with her? That's crazy Amaul she needs to be vetted first and I mean that!" With that being said Vashty Leapt to her feet she was not going to just give Amaul to any old body she would fight anyone to the death over Amaul even if that meant killing the new queen. 

No one would harm her family not if she had anything to do with it! With that thought in her head Vashty rushed toward the Royal pack Mansion she was going to go see this Queen and see if she was worthy of Amaul, of the pack, of leading them into the new century and if she was found wanting Vashty vowed to rip her throat out. She would rather commit treason than be under a weak leader. Vashty Increased her speed she was a woman on a mission, come hell or high water.