Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
Noah hates being angry. He hated every part of it. He hates how it made his chest burn and his throat scratch. He hated how it made his palms sweat. He hated how it gripped his heart and threatened to never let go.
But this anger, this fury, he was not sure he hated.
It felt different. It felt…right. Like something that had been waiting to grow within him finally had the freedom to burst forth. The anger felt…invigorating. To know that it was shared was to validate it for everything it was: truth.
He was surprised when Deimos revealed he had lost his spot on the council. He turned to look at the warlord over his shoulder, the shock clear across the bond. He didn’t quite know what to say in the moment, but the realization that he was the only council member to stand now with Morgan making the decisions she was making caused his stomach to twist and turn. He had no one else to trust. His jaw set, and he growled again.
So the snake survives and bring treachery upon us in the shadow of Weaver’s death. Noah rumbled, mostly to himself.
But this anger, this fury, he was not sure he hated.
It felt different. It felt…right. Like something that had been waiting to grow within him finally had the freedom to burst forth. The anger felt…invigorating. To know that it was shared was to validate it for everything it was: truth.
He was surprised when Deimos revealed he had lost his spot on the council. He turned to look at the warlord over his shoulder, the shock clear across the bond. He didn’t quite know what to say in the moment, but the realization that he was the only council member to stand now with Morgan making the decisions she was making caused his stomach to twist and turn. He had no one else to trust. His jaw set, and he growled again.
So the snake survives and bring treachery upon us in the shadow of Weaver’s death. Noah rumbled, mostly to himself.
NOAH
