Ankyra Sound it feels like you're with your father in the place you love

He was doing one of his two most favourite things—sleeping—when Caiaphas's call roused him. He was slow to wake and grouchy as hell about it, too. It was several hard bites before he was on his feet, and each one was met with retaliation, though his teeth were nowhere near as effective. He stood, eyes half-lidded, somewhere off to Kierkegaard's left. Caiaphas stooped to grab the newest addition to their family and Ephraim's gaze darkened until his face stormed with a deep glare.

He never broke eye contact with the small off-white pup dangling from his mother's lips, his thoughts churning and his lips threatening to lift in a growl. Mine, was his possessive inner mantra as he reluctantly tramped after his family, not understanding or caring what was going on or that they might never return.