I am the shoreline, but you're the sea

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-05-2010, 01:23 AM

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There were no allies left in Dahlia de Mai. There never had been, as far as Gabriel was concerned. A pack of wolves that allowed themselves to fall to the whim of a madman had no right to exist. If his intent to destroy Haku Soul took his followers with him, so be it. No part of Gabriel had room for sympathy, not now that his family had been hurt so deeply. An attack on Inferni, no, on his mother, was an attack on Gabriel, and it could not stand. For whatever else he was, the coy-wolf was a creature of ego. To have someone, some wolf no less, come and strike so deeply was something that could not go unpunished. When Talitha had run, crying, from Dahlia, Gabriel had only suspected the worst. It had been devastating to finally learn the truth, and more terrible when the culprit had been revealed to be his own half-brother. Gabriel had killed his blood sibling for such an act; he would not falter when it came to a man and a pack he viewed as his enemy.

She pressed against him, and he found her strangely cold. He felt her body move at the mention of that demon child, but it was not out of fear. Kaena knew as well as her eldest son that the boy would do anything for her. If he had been asked to pull out his eyes, Samael would for her. Now, though, he had to do something that Gabriel knew he would rise to without hesitation. Even if Kaena had not told the dark coyote, Gabriel would—and he would use that terrible rage to strike at the head of the serpent below them. If tonight they could find and destroy Haku Soul, the world would be a better place.

“Listen,” he said lowly, knowing that things could turn poorly for them. “I want you to go home and wait for us to return. If the worst happens, you and Anselm need to be prepared to lead. He will come for you if we fail.” Not only her, but the clan. Haku was a creature of habit, and he was predictable. If he managed to survive this night, there would be no options left. Lifting his head, the amber-eyed coy-wolf turned to scent the air. While a multitude of scents were carried with it, he could identify his half-brother’s. Though it was not fresh, Gabriel would not take long to find him. Especially with all of the angels at his heels.

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