Altar of Twilight my own lived mythology

@Drogon @Alya @Hydra sorry for the wait. Was enjoying my thanksgiviing break

His question was answered, not by the boy, but by one of the three black wraiths that had come to answer Drogon's call. The Cerberus. While he lacked the attraction to women that Drogon perhaps had, he could not doubt their allure. They moved as one, though only one spoke at the moment. He looked to all of them, unsure who to look at as he answered. The one who spoke? All of them? His eyes flitted to all three as he spoke, lingering on the one who spoke, but dancing to the others as he spoke.

I am leaving my pack — Blackfeather Woods. He spoke, the obviousness of his statement fully apparent to him. But it needed to be restated, reiterated. They are my family, but I have long had issues with them. It seemed the right time to leave.