Yorick
I watch Cyra, basking in the look of absolute love on her face as the phone rings.
“Hello brother. To what do I owe this surprise call?” Connor answers.
“I have a very important question for you,” I tell him. Since Cyra is sitting in my lap, I know she can hear Connor’s side of this conversation as well.
Connor laughs, thinking I’m being funny. I’m probably about to knock him off his chair or whatever he’s currently sitting on.
“Oh yeah. What’s that?”
“If I needed you to call the pack to war, would you do it?” I ask him.
There’s silence on the other end of the call. When he responds, his tone is much more serious.
“Are you calling the pack to war?”
“Not yet. I’m trying to avoid it, but I need to know that I can count on you if I need you.”
“The pack will always support you
