Deimos interrupts our introduction dragging Cronus to acknowledge the other pack members. While the wolves walk forward with their backs to me as I stand at the gates alone, Cronus slowly turns back meeting my gaze with his lips tilting into a smile. I cannot help but feel that this is some sort of a new beginning.
My sleep is taken over by thoughts of Cronus. Who is that male and what kind of relationship does he have with Deimos and Theia? And why do I keep feeling an urge to ask him plenty of questions?
Waking up the next day morning heading to the pack house for breakfast I sit next to Deimos without acknowledging him rather glancing around searching for that male, searching for Cronus. Looking to the end of the dining table I meet eyes with Cronus. He was already looking at me
