The Swan's Song.

Chapter 27

A bit shorter of a chapter, but I'll be honest in that I've wanted to write these scenes to specifically build the world and the characters up a bit.

I worked ten days straight on patrol and it was hell, but it's done. Next chapter will be on schedule and will have some more fun.

Not that this one won't, of course. I've made sure of it because someone is being introduced into the present story the first time.

I've waited a long time for this. I don't think you all know how excited I am.

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Brixley sat in her bed, her large flat screen TV playing a common and popular soap opera.

Dressed in little more than some daringly short shorts and a loose fitting tank top, the wolf General stretched her head to one side, her neck popping and sending a feeling of relief throughout her body.

Brixley watched the TV for a moment before a buzz came from her phone.

Snagging it from her bedside nightstand, Brixley read a message from Callie.

"Alaina, I think I might have feelings for Rita."

Brixley felt her heart beat quicken, as love was something that always deserved time and devotion for the General.

But a sense of sadness came from the General.

Callie was a trusted source of pleasure and connection. And in losing Callie to Rita, Brixley felt that she may become alone all over again.

"That's wonderful! What's going on so far?" Asked Brixley through text. Callie's response bubbled popped up and Brixley smiled softly but in a weak manner.

"I just... we've gone through so much together. She's been there for me since we were little. She's just so wonderful." Typed Callie.

Brixley nodded, a new sense of duty popping up.

"And I spoke to Swan today. I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone else about what we spoke of, but what I will say is that you were right about his upbringing."

Brixley nodded again, her theory of Swan being raised by soldiers in a base seemingly correct. Not that such a secret was massive, or even remotely needing to be hidden.

But another thought came to Brixley's mind, wondering when and where Swan was born. Such details, out of sheer respect for the young human, were left unquestioned.

Brixley felt that is Swan wanted to talk about such things, or if he felt the need to talk about them, then he would come and talk to her.

Swan wasn't dumb. He was angry, and he let it take control of his actions and emotions quite easily.

She understood why and she didn't fault him for it.

"I just hope he can see the good in what I'm trying to do now that things have stopped." Thought Brixley.

"Well, I mean I'm not surprised. Not like it changes anything. Did he say where he was raised or where he was born?" Asked Brixley.