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He believed that his father was a demon, but he saw him as being weak and flawed. He’d once believed him indomitable, until he’d seen him broken and so destroyed. Mkhai would be better than him, and he’d take over where his father had failed to create a legacy of his own. His wings were black enough to swallow up the sun, and in time they would be drenched in blood. He was small now, but he’d take after Samael in build, becoming sleek and lean, yet tall and proud. Someone approached from behind him.
The footfall was light and relaxed—not slinking as a predator on the prowl or a rushed charge aiming to attack with full force. He couldn’t yet place the particular gait to a face, but he didn’t turn around either until the canine was within feet of him. Finally, crimson eyes shifted from the sea toward the she-yote, sliding his ears forward as she spoke. “For now, anywhere,” he said, answering honestly. For the time being, she would hold his careful respect for being the Lykoi matron, but he wished to find his own opinion in time.
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