Theron ate dinner in silence, the Alpha lying under the table beneath him. The warm bristling of its fur was actually quite calming to him. He had never had a pet before, but he had underestimated the value of having a companion.
Sometimes, he found himself absentmindedly stroking the Alpha's fur, which was a bit amusing considering its origins. This Gold Mancy Beast was probably one of, if not the, strongest existences in this entire city.
Of course, that was a bit of an exaggeration. At the very least, Elder Black was on a level all her own. The value of a bloodline with Runebound Resonance wasn't to be underestimated.
But the Alpha most definitely had at least as much potential as a Black Clan member—and, considering it was a Mana Beast—far more.
Yet now, it was obedient as a little puppy, and such an anomaly that most treated it as though it was a regular dog.
