She did not agree with what he said. Her mother had been foolish to try that a name could set her little baby girl right. Her name spoke of innocence and dignity. ”My name lies,” Every time someone called her name they lied. She was glad her wolf mother was not here to see the roles her offspring played in Nova Scotia. The hybrid remembered little of her mother, but she had remembered the softness of her ivory pelt and the gentle soul behind silvery eyes. The woman could not have survived it had she known how much suffering her not-so-innocent children had brought to the lands. It was impossible for her to love the woman that had given her the gift of life because of the bad genes. Although Halo’s perspective in life had widened, she still followed the narcissistic ways of her Lykoi family—though forever angered by her unworthy blood.
A grim grin stretched across the dark haired beauty’s youthful face, fuelled by irony. She had believed Samael had left them, but part of him had returned in this young male. She did not find it strange at all that she detested what was connected with the uncle. During the months of his absence, the hate only seemed to grow. She couldn’t stand the thought that this young male was of his very blood. She studied Mkhai, determined there could be no other sire than the most fucked up being she had ever had the pleasure to meet. ”You look very much like Samael,” She openly admitted as her ruby orbs deserted his silvery form.
She pondered about this legacy the boy wondered about. Perhaps there still was some jealousy left in her there. She had failed the gold and black coated man. The thought made her sad, though her uncle had never had any right to ruin her that way. The gratefulness for her own life was long forgotten. The girl could only remember death and the crimson stained form pumping against her. ”No, not really,” she eventually decided. Samael was one of the monsters of the family. She realized she still wished to harbour the desire to destroy the world. Samael was one of the individuals designed for such greatness. ” Most would think otherwise. He is a particularly cruel man.”
She could not hold back any longer. ”Do you know where he is?” Eager to rush forward, the girl wrongly assumed the bastard’s child had answers.