Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

The first words he said stung, perhaps because they rang so true. That he should pick that precise word made Laurel think all the more that perhaps it was true. He said that she had helped him build Rivenwood, spoke of how she had come with him to take this place from the broken boulder, spoke of how she had been here since then despite what he had done.

Yet through it all Laurel felt that there was an unwillingness to make it right. As though he was too afraid to get too close. As though it was easier to just stay away. As though she was a pack mate who deserved to be here; not even a friend, much less anything else. He spoke like her Alpha, not her friend.

Before she could interject he went on to say that perhaps he should step down as Graf. That it seemed unethical to stay as such. It made Laurel's blood boil because it was just another act of cowardice in her eyes. And then what? What would that change? she asked — spat venomously — not allowing the pause to settle between them after he finished speaking. How would that make a difference for me in any way? What does it even matter whether you're my leader? You really don't understand anything, Mahler. She said it derisively — moreso than she intended — as she glared at him. Did he really think any of this was about him being her Alpha? And now, he, the only man that she somewhat trusted in this world, thought he should step down to make space for another, possibly worse? It was never about him being a leader, and honestly, she didn't really care whether her leaders were 'ethical'.

If he thought he had failed her as a leader with every word he had said, then he truly knew nothing. No leader could have ever forced Laurel Redleaf to leave her pack in heat and seek out someone she didn't even know. No leader; only a friend.