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He too, recalled that day on the beach. An open palmed strike and vicious words. Samael had deserved those scars. It was a miracle that the Aquila had not gone further then that. A part of him had fully intended to beat some sense into the boy, to make him take back all he had said about the Angel, to make him realize that he was not chosen and that if Gabriel had been a wolf there would have been no mercy. Kaena, at least, had understood that. His brother had not. Perhaps it was for the best.
For these reasons, Gabriel’s body tensed. He saw the fire in her single eye and knew that she intended to do such a thing. It surprised him she did not. Gabriel, despite his superior ranking, would have given her that much. She was, after all, a mother who had lost a child. Rage was expected. Then, though, she did something unexpected—she grabbed onto him and began to cry. Though he could not feel her hot tears against his thick fur, he understood that the loss was a great one. He imagined she had cried for his sister and brother, and wondered if she had cried for him.
“He raped my daughter,” was all he said.
He too, recalled that day on the beach. An open palmed strike and vicious words. Samael had deserved those scars. It was a miracle that the Aquila had not gone further then that. A part of him had fully intended to beat some sense into the boy, to make him take back all he had said about the Angel, to make him realize that he was not chosen and that if Gabriel had been a wolf there would have been no mercy. Kaena, at least, had understood that. His brother had not. Perhaps it was for the best.
For these reasons, Gabriel’s body tensed. He saw the fire in her single eye and knew that she intended to do such a thing. It surprised him she did not. Gabriel, despite his superior ranking, would have given her that much. She was, after all, a mother who had lost a child. Rage was expected. Then, though, she did something unexpected—she grabbed onto him and began to cry. Though he could not feel her hot tears against his thick fur, he understood that the loss was a great one. He imagined she had cried for his sister and brother, and wondered if she had cried for him.
“He raped my daughter,” was all he said.