Swiftcurrent Creek loyalty, got royalty inside my dna

Akavir had come – his oversized paws for hid puppy figure overcome with bumbling urgency and when he barked that his mother needed him, Constantine felt his chest constrict. Durnehviir never sent the children to fetch him, and with a quick skim of his nose to the boys head in reassurance to his rushed words about a puppy at the borders, the Mayfair made his way to his mate, his pace a quick jog.
 
The acrid scent of smoke and burnt fur lingered in the air, and it caused the Alpha’s lips to curl back in worry and distaste. His eyes fell on his flame-pelted mate, relieved no harm had come to her, but noting the sobbing boy within her grasp. His muzzle swung back, his eyes sharp on Akavir as his posture made aware the boy should remain back. Finally, he eased forward, his fiery eyes falling upon Durnehviir. “What’s happening?”