If there’s one thing the Kingstons were truly known for, it would be their wrath. Their anger was subtle in ways where an outsider would not think they had it them. However, it was one of the driving factors as to how Imani became alpha or how both she and Truman were free to do as they please. Out of the two of them, it was evident that the eldest Kingston was able to conceal it in comparison to the youngest who was practically like a ticking time bomb. Not once did Imani flinch as soon as Truman reacted the way he did. She’d seen the best and worst of him, that it was all about patience at this point. “I’m not dying.” she stated firmly as she looked him straight in the eye. Slowly nodding, she scoffed in response and did a nonchalant wave as if that was that. “At the end of the day, we’re not fucking invincible Tru! Anything could happen and I thought we made it clear that you’d step up to the plate if that were the case. You know what to do, I shouldn’t have to hold your fucking hand every step of the way. We’re not babies anymore!” They were children though, forced to grow up due to pack politics and expectations out of their hands. The accusations, the yelling, the assumptions…It all caused Imani to glare coldly at her brother as she lowly replied with, “Truman Jabari, drop that fucking tone.”
Regardless of being family, he knew his place and he should have known better, that she had her reasons that were better left unsaid. “Don’t ever think for a second, that I don’t trust you cause all this—” She pointed a finger at her unit as a means to represent everything that they’ve done to get here on the whole. “Wouldn’t have happened if that were the case. I had help, I’m here, I’m fine. You should know when and when to not question me. If I didn’t bother bringing it up, then it’s not a big deal. Honestly, who the fuck do you think you are coming at me as if I’m the problem here? Last time I checked, you were in the same predicament as me, but do I go and fucking accuse you of being less of a brother? NO!” This time she was raising her voice as she finally got up from her seat, a hurtful expression on her features as she was upset at how hypocritical he is. “You’re untrustworthy Truman. You’re all talk! Communication? You can’t even fucking tell me one mishap over the full moon, so you should clearly fuck off!”
“You trying to spare my feelings?” He didn’t expect an answer. Truman didn’t want a response from Imani. If she gave one, he knew that he wouldn’t be happy with it. From the looks of it, she already shut him out or was in the process of it. “Don’t pull that shit with me. That’s not even the fucking business.” She was right; they had a plan for what would happen to the pack if she met an untimely end, but he was more concerned for his sister than his alpha. She was the only blood he had left, and after everything, he couldn’t lose her. “No. I may be fucked up, but people need something fucked up to make them question shit around them. I’m not gonna sit my ass down and let you off just cause you warm a throne, Imani.”
Some people were just born into the role of the alpha, and it became a part of their whole being. Truman wondered if he would ever be put together enough to have a pack of his own, but when he looked at Imani and remembered their father, he didn’t want to take on that responsibility. He was broken and even with how whole they seemed, the power that came with it seemed to split cracks in the people he had come to know. Maybe he was too critical of them, but regardless, his stomach turned at the thought.
“I’m doing this behind closed doors. No one else is here, and they’re not stupid.” With the vibes and aura, they were sending out, he was sure that the rest of their crew would have found reasons to avoid the storm and take shelter. “You come at me like an alpha, and I’m here as your brother! I don’t get anyone else. I don’t need an alpha, I just need my sister here with me, right now. I want to know if I got to fucking kill someone for doing that to you. I don’t give a fuck ‘bout your alpha pride.” Truman stopped a side table and considered driving his foot down the centre of it, but he stopped and continued to pace again.
“Because it was nothing! I didn’t feel anything! I wasn’t hurt.” He bled, and he knew that he should have felt the pain, but he didn’t. Something was wrong with him, and it was easier to give a half-truth than raise the alarm. Imani was his sister, but he didn’t think that she could separate herself from the alpha. He couldn’t have one or the other, so it was better for her to not separate her attention from the pack just for him. “Since you acting like this, then I’ll fucking say it, people need you, not me. I'm not you, Imani. My memory will fucking sting, but it won’t be a loss.” No one needed the lesser sibling anyways.
