Quiet shock found her, forcing her curious mind to partly shut down. For now, she could just listen. Oversized ears took in her brother’s voice and she was not sure what to make of the words he so gently spoke. She could not hear those unspoken words of his, but as thoughts of her own against started travelling through her mind, she realized what this could mean. Ears fell against auburn locks and she mourned her mother and the pain that had been inflicted to her. Had she not been broken by her uncle, she could have feigned indifference, but the dislike for the woman who had birthed her could not somehow justify such a grotesque act done to her. An overwhelming need to stare down at her own hands washed through her, but the ruby gaze was locked on her brother’s, frozen in time. She had always looked more the coyote than wolf, while her brothers’ forms openly showed their conflicted genes.
Of course, this was the time where Halo should have turned around and taken her leave, but she could in no way have anticipated the horror creeping up on her; brought to life by her brother’s tale. When her mask of stone softened, a puzzled smile broke into her stunned face. There was nothing humorous about this scene at all, but her mind swam through the information, couldn’t accept the horrible truth that slowly was building within. A coyote dressed in coal and gold, blood for eyes and a chaos star. She had once taken pride in knowing more than what was necessary about her Lykoi family; all the family members. The name of the beast stood clear before her, but she couldn’t take it in. Jael could in no way understand the damage he was inflicting right now.
A light tremor shook her face, and her lungs were painfully empty of air. Lips parted to draw in oxygen to still the quiet ache, but there was nothing to harvest. Her throat was partly blocked, and after a few moments of obvious, internal struggle, the woman’s chest heaved, her voice scratching up her throat, creating a trembling, desperate sound that she had never heard before. Desperation was coming to get her now. ”You lie,” her sickly voice accused urgently. This was a cruel joke—yet that had always been Enigma’s specialty.