The two sat across from each other, each taking their own seats surrounding a coffee table. Isaac’s arms are folded as he glares at his father with his typical smile. Sirius is nearby, but not too close. For now, he’s just on standby, ready to intervene if need be.
“How is your training coming along?” Orion asks.
Isaac says nothing, silently glaring at his father.
“Did you have a nice birthday?”
Again, nothing.
“You can’t ignore me today,” Orion says sternly. He meets his son’s glare with his own.
“What do you want?” Isaac finally responds. He doesn’t even attempt to hide his annoyance from his father.
“Can’t a father talk to his son?”
“You only talk to me for your duty,” Isaac sneers.
Orion sighs, giving up on his attempts at pleasantries. He leans forward in his seat, looking intently into Isaac’s eyes. “Creston has organized hunting now,” he says. “Gerald Grand has officially made a business out of it. He calls it his hunting units.”
Of course, Isaac has already heard about this. If you’re not a human you have no choice but to pay close attention to what the hunters are doing. Hunting as a career has always been done freelance before. This is the first time they’ve organized in such a way.
“This sets a terrifying precedent for the future,” Orion continues. “Should these hunting units succeed, no one will be safe anymore. This city is becoming extremely dangerous, so I’m taking it upon myself to change it.”
“You?” Isaac scoffs.
“Yes.” Orion’s quick response was stated so confidently that Isaac was taken slightly off guard. “Grand’s hunting units are being funded directly by the government. The current prime minister sees financial gain in his business. But he needs the government’s money to keep his operation afloat, so I’m going to take it away.”
“You’re going to involve yourself with the Delios government?” Isaac questions him.
“I’m going to become the next prime minister.”
“What?” Isaac laughs. “And how exactly are you going to do that!?”
“I’m more prepared than you may realize,” Orion responds calmly. “I’ve been involved in Creston politics longer than you think. I have a plan, and I haven’t been working alone.” He looks towards Sirius, who quietly nods back. “I’ve been in contact with many others, building trust with the right people, and I’m on the path to climb higher. The people of this world desire change, and I’m going to prove to the hunters that they’re unwanted.”
Isaac stares silently at his father. Does he really think he can change the world? He’ll fight for this, but he won’t save his own family? Who does he think he is!?
He snaps out of his brief moment of rage. “What does this have to do with me?” he demands. Orion leans back, holding his hands in such a way to hide his mouth. He’s thinking, trying to best explain the severity of the situation.
Finally, he speaks. “I’m risking everything to do this,” he says. “The hunters and the government aren’t going to take too kindly to what I’m trying to do. To change the world I have to put a target on my back, and there’s a very real possibility I won’t survive this venture.”
These words leave Isaac speechless. Is he serious? Orion is prepared to die…?
“I need you to be ready,” Orion says. “If the worst should come to pass, you may have to step up as king sooner than expected. You’re almost an adult now. You can’t continue to disregard your responsibilities. I’m begging you, son, please step up for your duty.”
Isaac frowns. With his fury rising, he breaks into an argument.
“Why would you do this?”
“I’m doing what I must.”
“You’re responsible for the lycans, no one else!”
“This is about more than us. If I do nothing, there won’t be any lycans.”
“You think you’re responsible for the world!?”
“I would gladly take that responsibility.”
Isaac flies out of his seat, no longer able to keep his smile. “YOU CAN’T EVEN TAKE CARE OF YOUR FAMILY!” he screams.
Orion puts a hand on the arm of his chair, ready to get to his feet. But Sirius finally steps in. He motions towards him, indicating for Orion to stay seated. Calmly, he looks Isaac in the eyes.
“Your frustration is understandable,” Sirius says. “But your father is trying, and if you want to see meaningful change then you need to meet him halfway.”
His words only serve to anger Isaac even further. Breathing heavily, he glares at Sirius. “I don’t want to hear it from Orion’s lapdog!”
And with that final retort, he leaves. He slams the door behind him, leaving his father’s futile attempts at cooperation behind. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, Orion would never be on good terms with his son.