Dragons were not creatures made to be conquered. That was a hard lesson Cuff learned that day.
The silver Outrider wandered slowly through Alteron's shadowed halls, stepping mechanically over tangled weeds and flowers that reminded her of the colour of freshly spilt blood. Exhaustion had settled deep into her bones like stones, and she couldn't help but feel cold as she walked, her windswept coat doing little to warm her. But it wouldn't have mattered. It wasn't that type of cold anyway.
What had happened at the meeting had been inevitable, but that didn't make the reality of it any less painful. Cuff didn't know what to expect now, didn't know what would happen now that Alteron ran under a new regime. Would she still be able to protect her family? Would she still be able to keep them safe?
(You can't you can't you fucking CAN'T you stupid woman but you can still certainly try.)
A voice suddenly called out to her, snapping her out of her musings, and she couldn't help but wince when she recognized it, wondering if she could get away with moving on and pretending that she hadn't heard him. Cuff didn't want any company right now. She certainly didn't want
his. But that wasn't her choice in the end, was it? She rarely had one of those anymore.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she finally stopped, because what else could she do? She may have been an Outrider, may have smelled like and called herself an Alteronian, but Cuff knew what she really was in the end.
(She could still feel the dirt on her tongue, tasting so eerily similar to
ash.)
She turned her head and watched Orcrist as he moved towards her, standing still, so carefully still, knowing very well that there wasn't anything kind about his approach. This man may not have instilled the same searing brand of fear in her the way the Dragon did, but Cuff was all too aware of the way his green eyes sharply cut into her. That alone was enough to warn her to be wary.
(Dragons weren't the only monsters Alteron sheltered, after all.)
She dropped her gaze in quiet deference when he spoke, swallowing thickly, only lifting it again once he had gone silent, a part of her not too surprised by his words. Because it always fell back to her children in the end, didn't it?
"Do you doubt my sincerity, Commandant?" she questioned, carefully measuring his burning gaze.
"I can't change what I did; having my children against the law—" and I would never want to—
"My crimes are unforgiveable. I know this." She was reminded of it everyday
. "I know that I don't deserve mercy, either. But mercy is what the Dragon gave me anyway."
Mercy that had come for a terrible price.
"I vowed to do better by her. I want to," she forced out, hating every empty word that spilled out of her mouth. But she needed this man in front of her to believe her. She couldn't risk him trying to break down the walls she'd so carefully built around her family. Orcrist was a powerful man—a powerful and greedy and
loyal one. She had to be careful. Azuhel could have easily killed her children when she'd found them inside her den that day a year ago, could have easily turned that tender kiss she'd placed upon Umbra's brow into something violent, could have easily crushed Adder's head like an egg when she'd placed it beneath her heavy paw. Anya's protection would have done little to stop her. Cuff hadn't realized this back then.
But she did now.
Despite the exhaustion that still settled heavily over her, Cuff forced herself to stand taller, refusing to falter beneath the other wolf's gaze.
"You may think what you will of me, Commandant, but I know where I stood today. The Dragon does too."
She hoped so, at least. Oh god did she hope.