Chapter 33 - Crista

Poor Tiberius. He was the oldest of us ranked heirs, not by much but enough that even though he was the lowest-ranked, he was our ring leader when we were kids.

The pied piper as my mom called him. And she almost meant that literally. Not that he played pipes of any kind. He played the trumpet, much to the annoyance of the adults. 

Thales and I would follow Tiberius all around the pack. He’d be playing his trumpet. Thales would be singing, very off-key, something random. And I would be beating wooden spoons on one of my mother’s stockpots like a drum. Those childhood memories were so precious. 

And now I’ve lost Thales and might lose Tiberius. I can only hope and pray to the Goddess that Tiberius survives. That the scouting party found him soon enough.

Our pack needs him. I obviously can step up to be Alpha. Not without merging Nebrodi with Incubi. And if enough of our pack survived, I doubt they’d want to combine with another pack.