Secret Woodlands Watchmaker

It was done. Stepping forward to assert his dominance, Mirren took Miccah's muzzle within his teeth, a low growl narrowly escaping his parted jaws as his rise was solidified. In the dark of the night, there was no need to make a show of it, and in the company of the three who would now be his closest, loved, and most trusted companions, he didn't have to. He realized with an abundance of clarity that Nina, Kite, and Miccah would be his support system in the days that followed, with war and wreckage and reign looming before him in every direction. As Kite cued Nina and invited the boys to follow, Mirren gave her his acknowledgement with a simple nod. He would be along to join them soon enough, but first he had to make a number of considerations ─ a task that would require a degree of solitude. "Make sure they make it home," his assertion to Miccah was matter-of-fact. His gaze trailed his mate and the queen for a time as they departed before he turned to disappear into the shadows and moonlight.

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