Theron tuned out the rest of the world, stroking Alpha's fur slowly. He could feel that Alpha could already heal himself, but he wasn't because of how close a pair of powerful Transcendents were. He didn't want to cause any extra trouble to Theron.
How many days had it been since his return? A few days?
Theron shook his head. Not even all that long and he already felt the call stronger than ever.
He wanted more power.
Wasn't that how it worked?
A shadow flashed and stood over Theron, the furious visage of a middle-aged woman looming.
"It's okay," Theron said softly. "Whatever comes is fine."
Alpha weakly moved, trying to look at Theron. But Theron only firmly patted his head in response.
He was sure.
A low growl came from Alpha and then there was a flash of red. In an instant, Alpha's wounds had healed and Theron stood to his full height.
"Did you not hear me speak, child?" Chezx said coldly.
