It was an unfortunate situation; one that he never wanted to be in. Not with Aytigin or any wolf. But broken laws had to come with punishment. If he did not punish the dark male for his actions then XIX would continue to be walked over. The ghost prided himself on being a man of his word; therefore, Aytigin had to go. No exceptions. He just hoped that the former Guardian wouldn’t make the same mistakes again, wherever he went. That he used this as a learning experience and grew from it. Maybe became a better wolf, or something. It didn’t matter to Lachesis—not anymore. Aytigin was no longer his problem.

He did not respond to the dark male’s spiel. Instead, his dark lips tightened into a deep grimace as he watched the battered wolf turn and limp through the mountain forest, away from the Driftwood borders. A heavy sigh escaped him as he sat there for a moment, digesting what had happened, before he retreated into the Surge…

Fade — thread complete.