Gabriel could not remember how long ago it had been since he had seen the scarred wolf. The last time they had fought, and it had been he who had turned back, running from the opponent. They were not enemies, and though there might have once despised one another, Gabriel’s battle was with another man now. He had to destroy his shadow before he even considered destroying something far greater. He watched the man before him, read his weary eye and understood that the carnage of war was being felt far beyond their own borders.
They had been lucky. The only body to be found in the fire was a wolf, one trapped and left for dead. Haku’s man. One short shake of the scarred coy-wolf’s head confirmed they had lost none of their own. Snake had been a close call, but he had made it out of the blaze and retreated back to the mansion. It was only the question, one which he was certain Jefferson knew the answer to, which caused a dull fire to spring up in his eyes, burning brightly with an anger unmatched by anything he had ever felt. “Yes,” he answered flatly. “He’s lost his mind, Jefferson.” Certainly, anyone could see that now.
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