Moonspear We move like the ocean

Wildfire snorted quietly when Floki stated his preference. Honestly, she didn't care one way or the other. She wasn't particularly hung up on titles. The fact that they'd just declared themselves, made a commitment to one another, was what mattered. It was what caused the swooping and dipping in her belly, the happy lump in her throat, the smile that stretched her face so much her cheeks ached.

When he sat up straighter and moved away a few inches, Wildfire caught herself chasing him, unwilling to part with his warmth. "What is it?" she murmured, only halfway paying attention as he mentioned an idea. A little thrill pulsed through her when he emphasized the word "official," but the next few words out of her new husband's mouth caused her eyes to pop open and her body to grow unnaturally still.

"Wait," she began in a stilted voice, blinking up at him, "that isn't—a requirement—is it?" Wildfire's brow furrowed deeply. "I don't—I'm not Beta material," she protested weakly, shaking her head even as her heart sank. Was being Floki's mate mutually inclusive with accepting a leadership position? Even if it wasn't, was he expecting her to step up beside him? She was pretty sure she'd told him she didn't want to be a leader...

"Boo, I..." But she found her tongue thick in her mouth, not really sure what to say. She gazed at him beseechingly, suddenly afraid that he would get frustrated with her like that day she had brought up his twin brother.