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Gabriel de le Poer · 09-23-2010, 10:15 AM

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He gripped down on something and held. It was a wolfish thing to do. Gabriel sometimes hated the fact that he was still instinctively a wolf, even though he had done everything in his power to forget that. Yet his grip remained iron against the flesh and he was rewarded with a terrible ripping sound. Once before he had heard something like it, and the noise startled him so badly his mouth opened almost immediately. The damage was done. At his feet lay a cross-section of the wolf’s tail, as cleanly taken as if it was the head of a flower. It not only horrified Gabriel he had done such a thing, but it sickened him too—his own brother had been ripped apart by a wolf, and here he was, doing the same.

Then another voice (he did not immediately recognize it as such, but it was his mother’s) spoke to him. An eye for an eye, it said. Gabriel’s face darkened and he understood that this was the truth. He had done only what was owed to him. It did not matter the wolf who had killed Baneesh was dead. All that mattered was that this wolf had given the blood the boy had lost. Some of it, at least. There was always a need for more. Gabriel’s pile of bodies would perhaps never be complete.

The idiot wolf kept speaking. Hybrid looked too infuriated to even hear him. Gabriel bared his teeth. “As far as the skulls,” he warned. “Now you best get down from there before another patrol comes along. There won’t be enough for all of us then.”

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