The fire told Tiberon Drakenfell everything he needed to know before the ancestors spoke.
His Gamma's green was now burning alongside the gold that had just confirmed the deepest kind of matebond. Deeper than just spanning lifetimes. Moon Goddess blessed. Seen as myth by most.
The implications of that sat in Tiberon's chest. He hadn't decided what he was going to do with that information yet. Some things were better just left alone, and he was leaning towards that and omitting the emerald part out of the story to Hyran. Somewhere the gods were laughing because Tiberon Drakenfell, a man who had built an empire on information, was voluntarily choosing to join the golden retrievers.
The fire burned. The ceiling glowed. Four wolves stood around a basin in a volcanic cave, bleeding from their palms, watching their blood burn in colors that told a story none of them were ready to read aloud.
