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Bazi’s smirk seemed coy in nature – a side to her he had yet to see and was very different from the stern Beta he had witnessed upon his arrival. A rumble of amusement pressed past his lips form his chest, though no true laugh escaped – the idea of it seemed ridiculous, if anything.

“If I was set on rank, I would have aimed to create a pack of my own,” he murmured, a small shrug following his words, though they remained light in jest. The prospect seemed far more tempting as of late, and perhaps that was spurned by his age and desire to procreate now – the desire to find a mate, claim lands, and raise pups. It was a simple life he had not bargained for, and yet the moment his eyes had caught the swelling sides of Tuwawi, he had been further pressed with the thoughts.. that.. and of Chakra’s sudden disappearance from his life.

But more importantly.. “If that is what a wolf is to aim for.. why do you simply settle as the Beta?” Inquisitive in nature, Scimitar also found himself drawn more to Bazi – the coyness that flashed across her features.. the delicate movement of her body.