As with most figures in power, a carefully chosen statement, delivered in the proper way, and delivered by the right person, or wolf, could make her think better of the deliverer. Verda was no different, and while Jarek did not intend it as a compliment, and she didn’t take the words themselves as one, the meaning behind them were. He still saw her as a good, apt leader. She was still powerful, could still rule with an iron fist, or paw. She had spent the last year as a loner, and was now, as her pack came back to her, beginning to doubt herself. That would be her downfall, if she continued to doubt herself. Jarek’s quiet statement, so carefully worded, did wonders to make Verda feel as she once had years ago, like she truly was queen of all she ruled. She hadn’t been in town long enough to discover who all the wolves were, but she had not scented another alpha. She could, if she worked at it, try to rebuild her throne, with her minions around her. She would need to find other, strong, dominant wolves to use as her backups… or possibly….
A frown puckered her brow briefly before she wiped the emotion from her features. Her thought process had taken her from considering his question, of rounding up loners here in Cascade… to who would serve as her backup, her closest confidant. She doubted she would find any so loyal to her now. Jarek could, quite possibly, be her best hope at a loyal, trustworthy second. The thought worried her. He was young still, very emotional, and quick to temper. If only he could learn to rein in those emotions, and control them better. Then again, perhaps having him as her backup would prove a fatal move. He was forever testing her, poking and prodding to make sure she was still capable of leading him, and the others. He had been a thorn in her side, a flea biting her flesh, in the old pack. But he had served as a fine example to the rest of the pack, when he did push too far, and she disciplined him. Her punishments had never been kind. Often they were over the top. But it was all politics… she could never go a day without proving she wasn’t fit to lead her pack. Now… to start fresh… It was a daunting idea… and one that she quite liked, now that she’d mulled it over some.
“You may be right my dear Jarek.” She murmured softly, letting her gaze shift from his beautiful, piercing blue/gray eyes to the other club patrons. She’d have to see about approaching the loners in these lands and establishing her dominance over them, even if they chose to remain loners. She would rule these lands, as she had in England. A low rumble vibrated from her chest, not a growl, but a sound of anticipation. Her power spiked, for just a second, brushing against her two wolves sensually before sweeping out over the club and against those who were sensitive enough to feel it. A few eyes turned curiously, and some fearfully, toward her table. A new home….
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