Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

Fox fired another question at him. It was a good one. Peregrine had thought about this a lot but clearly hadn't thought through all of it. He was glad his mate was there to point and counterpoint. Maybe they would end up deciding the whole heir thing wasn't such a good idea. He would be disappointed because the whole thing had been his idea. But Peregrine would do what was best for his pack and family in the end.

"Nightjar will have the distinct advantage of age and experience over any of the kids that come after him. But if another does prove eligible—because, let's face it, we produce some rad offspring—then maybe they'll have to sort it out between themselves when the time comes. If we're around for it, we can help mediate as well."

He pondered this for another beat, then said, "But I think the fact that I intend to spend years training him will guarantee his success, even over other candidates. I mean, I will literally make it my job to train him to be the best possible Alpha in my stead. It will be one hell of an edge anyway," Peregrine concluded.