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It had been stupid of the pale man to insult his queen, that was for sure. If Roose hadn’t been so preoccupied with finding a decent place to remain out of the way, he would have growled a warning. As it was, the queen in question was the only one to really acknowledge his presence – and she did so with a growl. The advisor nodded to her, understanding that her noise was a warning. He hoped his response was enough to assure her that he was not here to interfere, but only be informed.
That was his job as advisor, after all.
For a moment things were still, and Roose wondered if Wraith was going to throw his beta over the Monadnock’s edge. That was something he would be very keen to see, but alas the dark man didn’t and the advisor was forced re remember that this was not Craw. The two men were very different, and he supposed the rest of the pack would have a hard time looking at their new ruler if he were taken to the same murderous whims as their last one.
He had to say he was disappointed though. He had hoped the show might continue for a little while longer, but the Morelli man was smart enough to leave when he was told to. Perhaps he’d seen his impending death if he hadn’t gone. Roose rarely knew what was going on in his tricky little mind. All he knew was that he could breathe easy knowing the scum wasn’t here anymore.
He idly wondered what Cheedo would think. She had been so close to the man. Would that result in trouble for her? Would she follow her man? Though the old man no longer had any use for her – he only wanted her so she might prove to be a tool against the Morelli man – he supposed he could vouch for her if it came to that. He had promised a new beginning, hadn’t he? And it did no use stirring up old snakes now. It wouldn’t do him any harm, he supposed, unless she turned traitor. He could always kill her if that ended up being the case.
Either way, things were looking up. He now had his rightful place as pack second – the highest rank he desired, and it offered a good buffer between any ambitious youngsters and their leader. He allowed himself a smile.
Today was a good day.
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