Blake
There was one thing throughout the reactions Ordan displayed that truly caught Blake’s interest. Those eyes, those eyes that shone silver. As the mutt went on, describing how his pack would never willingly transform, Blake couldn’t help but want to prove that wrong. There were points in everyone’s life where they wound up doing something they swore they’d never do. Whether for themselves or for someone else, that event was inevitable. He himself had experienced something similar when transitioning from being absorbed in his studies to, as he liked to put it, a real vampirical mindset.
He was silent for a solid while, choosing instead to listen. He was concerned that, should he continue, he’d wind up losing himself. In that sense, he understood where Ordan was coming from. That loss of control, the feeling of powerlessness… Blake knew that all too well. But yes, he’d been born this way; it hadn’t taken much time on his part to adjust and learn acceptance, embracing that side of him.
Then again, there were times when that was acceptable and times where it wasn’t.
Blake’s eyes drifted over to the omega standing behind the chair. He felt immediate bitterness. To think a pathetic creature like that had the audacity to argue back. To think he had to bite back his tongue just to maintain the tense yet diplomatic air in the room. It was unbecoming.
His gaze settled upon Elijah briefly, grateful for the intelligence his words had supplied. Far too often Blake ended up caught in his headspace. That was why Elijah was ordered to accompany him so much; the vampire was, although it pained Blake to admit it, a pleasant anchor to have.
Once he heard Ordan’s final words on the matter, Blake was up from his seat.
“Then I believe we’re done here,” he agreed.
“Thank you for your time and consideration.” These formalities were making him sick.
He turned to his wife and entertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her arm up so that he could kiss the back of her hand if she stood from her seat. It was a gesture to ensure she left this place directly by his side and not a moment later. Forgive him for being paranoid.
Once it looked as though his group was ready, Blake made his way back to where they’d come.
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Jaehwa
Jaehwa’s mind was not being kind to him. The omega couldn’t help but beat himself up for having spoken so suddenly. Even though he’d resolved before the meeting occurred to keep quiet, all his determination had went down the drain. And why? Because he was incapable of controlling his own emotions.
He worried that perhaps his actions had ruined his alpha’s plan, if there was one. It was a pitiful desire, but he only wished to not be a bother. Jaehwa didn’t think he could handle being responsible for making the feud amongst their packs worse.
Thankfully, it seemed like his interruption had only stilled the water for a little while, the guard beside Lichen’s alpha finally addressing the conversation. Jaehwa was relieved, but his thoughts were still wicked, each one a drubbing on his mental state. To say he was upset with himself was a severe understatement. He couldn’t see himself then as anything but a failure.
This was, unfortunately, something he dealt with often.
When his alpha’s voice rattled in his mind, Jaehwa reached for it, grateful to get away from the internal conflict within him if only for a minute. It was a rather sharp tug back into reality, but all the while he was appreciative.
“Sorry,” came the omega’s silent reply. He felt like he hadn’t been paying enough attention the past few minutes to give a decent opinion, and thus
opted for an apology instead.
Jaehwa was surprised when Ordan agreed to go along with the tri-pack hunt, several questions stuck on the tip of his tongue. He couldn’t see any reason to agree to it, but, clearly, the alpha must’ve. A plan? Intrigue was plain on his face.
He waited for the vampire’s ensemble to leave before letting out a shaky breath, every muscle of his body relaxing.