Moonspear making the rounds

She was asking a lot of questions, and it irked him that she wanted such literal answers. The messages of the stars could not be contained so easily; they were a mystery, a myriad of so many things. They steered him, but not by telling him to go in a direction. He pursed his lips in thought before eventually responding: "Yes, like those things." Maybe not literally like those things, but in a way, it was so.

"A lot of the things we do seem to steer us in a direction. I was Alpha by the time I was a year old," he told her as he looked at her, face serious. "That is why I know they chose me. Many terrible things happened to me, but only to bring me back stronger. I don't know what they're telling me to do... Maybe one day I will find out. But I know that I am not destined to be just a regular person." He looked at her, almost scrutinisingly so; as though to determine if any part of her was inwardly mocking him, or, preferred, admiring him for his words.