He gathered she’d been forced away from her beloved father by his new mate—the replacement for her abusive and obviously missing mother, for she hadn’t filled in what had happened to her dame. A sad story in his eyes, that family could be so expendable. He’d been expendable once, twice, perhaps more times than he cared to remember, but that didn’t stop him holding a fierce loyalty to those that made their way into his heart—until they turned on him and stabbed him in the back. Then, and only then, were they just as expendable as trash. His expression darkened, narrowing his lips into a thin line and just faintly furrowing his hairy brow.
Even without overtly expressive nuances taking hold of his face one could tell by just looking at him that he saw disgust in the actions of this girl’s family. He gave everyone a single shot the first time, opening his arms even if his heart remained guarded. He couldn’t quite understand how one could live without love and friendship, for the affection and kindness of another lessened his own worldly distress. “An’ wot did yer da have t’say ‘bout this, eh?” he asked, voice gaining an icy edge—not directed toward the girl, but toward those that’d wronged her and sent her away.
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