but i still wonder
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He should have been able to guess (and maybe he had) that this son had already met his real and actual father, the grinning demon who would only love to see the world in utter chaos. Maybe it was why this one was growing up so bad or maybe it was something that had been foreordained. Laruku wasn't inclined to believe that cruelty was in the blood, but insanity could be carried through it and certainly he was, and certainly Kaena was. But if it had been any other slightly-off wolfess, if this child had been born anywhere else other than Inferni -- would he have turned out this way? And why do you want to learn that? he wondered in the same empty voice. To kill was a necessity to survival; prey didn't just drop dead on their own. But from the signs of a semi-recent fight still lingering on his son, the hybrid doubted that Andre was there looking for pointers on how to wrestle a rabbit.



But sociopaths and maniacal killers often grew skillful in their ways of deception and the father waited to see if these were already present in the pup before him. It was amazing sometimes how quickly these things came to be -- how old were they now? Already? Had it been nearly half a year since the day they had been born? The measurement of time was an odd one for him and another sudden realization of his just how long it's been and how old he was. The very same day his children were set to turn into yearlings, he would be four years old and starting the downward decline. And every day, he would continue to wonder why he'd been allowed to live so long.


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