12-28-2009, 12:10 PM
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table by alli
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Even though he could sense a great unease in his mother, he did not understand what it meant. Certainly she could have written it off with the presence of her new ward, but Gabriel did not know of this matter. Furthermore, his suspicious did not lay with his gray-furred Centurion, but instead with her son, his half-brother, whose silence had been more damning then any presence he could have made. Gabriel did not trust him, and he sought a means to see the scarred coyote removed from his presence.
Her breathing had changed; rising to sharp intakes, making her voice brittle in the night air. Gabriel’s dark ears fanned forward, and his amber eyes zeroed in on her face. She wasn’t telling him something. Instead she played off their poor relationship as an excuse, which only furthered his suspicious. Never once had he imagined her coming to him with an apology. The Aquila no longer needed such things. “What’s the matter?” He asked again, but his tone had changed—whereas before it had been low, it now became a dagger, intent on cutting the truth out of her.
Her breathing had changed; rising to sharp intakes, making her voice brittle in the night air. Gabriel’s dark ears fanned forward, and his amber eyes zeroed in on her face. She wasn’t telling him something. Instead she played off their poor relationship as an excuse, which only furthered his suspicious. Never once had he imagined her coming to him with an apology. The Aquila no longer needed such things. “What’s the matter?” He asked again, but his tone had changed—whereas before it had been low, it now became a dagger, intent on cutting the truth out of her.
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