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He was walking blindly without verified sources to steer him in the right direction, but he knew where Anathema’s borders stretched and he knew that the outcast had sought sanctuary within the pack’s ranks. Conor was a creature that worshipped life above anything else, but he was no longer the same. Knowing he was sick made a difference in his life. He had been such a fool, and the consequences for his blindness lived and breathed through his cursed offspring.
The orange hued man had thought this over hundreds of times, but deep within he knew that there was only one thing to do. He could not afford to be afraid any longer. He did not wish to either. He was a mad man with self insight, and though he was flawed beyond salvation, there was still right he could do in the world. Nayru would take good care of Dahlia de Mai, and the pack’s members would remain safe from a sadist’s cruel claws.
It was not the first time he had sought the pack’s borders in pursuit of a soul he had never met. The thought was extraordinary, but he knew that the coyote clan’s leader had not lied. Scenes had been released into his awakened mind and he knew he had done gruesome things. There was a child here created by him.