Stone Circle i love you, and if you want, I'll call you king

His father spoke in quick tones, the words beginning to mash inside his ears. His eye found his father again, watching him, every motion noted in the twitch of the pupil.

Aquillius swallowed the information like a bitter pill, letting it settle against the back of his mind. His father owed something to a god he didn’t know, and now he did too. That didn’t matter to him.

Father. He would call to Germanicus’s exiting back when the man stepped away. In the dark, his eye was piercing.

Happy hunting. Burn the witch. It felt unexpectedly vicious in his mouth, the thought and idea of burning another wolf, but Aquillius, this rawboned and emotional version of him, felt he wanted to taste burning flesh upon the wind.

Then, he slipped slowly back to sleep before his healer could enter the den to check him over.