SSWM 476 The young boy already knew what was in motion and he loathed it. His heart seemed to slow him down as he made his way towards the usual meeting spot to hear news that he was already aware of. Conor was not a wolf of violence – he found it disgusting and unheard of. He sort of regretted coming to his father’s rescue when the coyotes had invaded the pack territory and attacked, though he knew not why they were here. They had come for his devilish father and deep inside his soul, Conor knew that his father surely had done something terrible to cause the coyote clan to attack with eyes rolling with unreasonable rage. It had been unreal, but the shallow cuts that had been dealt to his golden form were indeed real. It was not some nasty dream that he eventually would wake up from. It was so very real and it scared him. Mew Sadira was dying from the shot of a human weapon that he had not known still existed. How could they have attacked his aunt? She had three small children and she had been a creature of peace and knowledge. One bullet had blown all of this away and Conor had once again gotten his insides shattered. Death was a cruel thing and it was so close now. There was both anger and confusion present in the soon to be one year old male. What had happened to his aunt made him want to think of the coyote clan as evil, but at the same time he knew that his father could not possibly be innocent. They surely had to have a reason for suddenly turning on Dahlia after such a long time with peace, but there had to be a solid reason behind it. |
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