Firefly Glen the old haunt

"What happened?" Osiris asked, intrigued by the bits and pieces of Leta's story. "I feel like you have to do something really bad to be exiled," he added as an afterthought. Although Osiris knew very little about Greyback, he had assumed that he was as impartial as Leta; something terrible must have happened. 

Osiris nodded, feeling suddenly bashful under Leta's stare. "Yeah, I think that he does, too," he agreed—Moonspear thrived under his parent's rule. Without Dirge, Hydra, and their combined efforts, the pack wouldn't have been as successful—that much Osiris knew to be true. 

Leta's excitement, coupled with the enchantment in her gaze, allured Osiris considerably. "Yeah, it's cool," he replied lamely, finding words difficult; she was so distracting, in the best way possible. Attempting to keep what little composure remained, Osiris rolled his shoulders and exhaled slowly. 

"Yeah, my Mom and Dad are both the leaders," he replied, feeling inspired by her encouragement. "But... we'll see about me," Osiris wasn't sure where his future would lead, but he hoped it was enough to make his family proud.