wild thing

Ezekiel de le Poer · 08-12-2011, 10:34 AM

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There was something to be said for Ezekiel’s inherited patience. He was not half so tempered as his father, who had years of experience on the three-year-old. His packmates could feel the lash of his teeth or the aggression that came from lack of sleep. Halo had felt the full wrath of his fury, but he would not turn it on a child. Especially not one who seemed oblivious to the fact he had committed an offense. To Ezekiel, this told him one thing—the child had not come from a pack; he would have known then.

Puzzled by the explanation, Ezekiel’s ears rose high and formed a red crown. Giants? A strange animal? What on earth was this kid talking about? Yet there were more important things to figure out presently. “What’s your name? Where did you come from?” If someone was looking for him, there was the likely-hood of them coming to Inferni. Then again, Ezekiel had “rescued” several children in his lifetime and even now was forming a plan to do the same again.

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