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For every king a crown and for every king an heir was it? Scott remembered the verse as he lay flat on his back mud soaking into his clothing, half alive, half breathing, not quite bleeding to death. He could live through this, he could, he could. He was only 40 and he had survived much worse. His phone rings in his pocket. The ring tone of his beta, a boy with eyes that still twinkle with the possibilities of the life ahead, wondering where he has gotten off too.
Not knowing his alpha lies prone next to a lake water lapping at his skin. It tastes salty, for an instance he's confused. This is fresh water. But it dawns on him slowly that's it's the taste of his own tears in his mouth. Blood pours out from the wound in his side. A neatly flecked arrow with a wolfsbane tip. A new band of hunters with a last name he has never heard of who still make their weapons by hand and have not learned yet that not all monsters do monstrous things. Allison would show them the way if she had lived.
He has lived, both in glory and in shame, as all kings do. Chief of a tribe, leader of the pact, 20 years strong, dying in the mud, struck down by a wild eyed teenager, like Talia before him. The heir to her throne. But she did not know who would carry on beyond her. Perhaps she had invisioned on of her children doing so. But the grave they followed her. In her seat a man she did not know.
At least Scott would know.
The beta rolls him over onto his back,"Dont worry help is on its way."
Scott playfully shushes the kid. "I think it's a bit late for that, but hey don't worry about it you'll do great."
He dies sounded by moonlight, blood, and murky water, with an arrow in his side, the very things that made him.