He felt uncomfortable with her there, a bird crushed by a brutes paw. It was unfair and horrible for her to have suffered like this. Gabriel felt responsible as he always had. Kaena’s assault was his fault. This too, was his fault. Further more, the woman and her child from last summer, they were his fault. He had waited and he had not sprung when he should have. Haku had been given time and time made the monster twice as deadly. Now he was left standing in these ashes, wearing his families blood and knowing that he, Gabriel, was responsible.
And he hated it. Gabriel made his way to her side and curled up next to her, a warm body, and licked the tears away from her face. He had nothing more to say, and only now wanted to calm his sister and have her quiet, have her sleep so he could remove himself from the scent permeating his home. Blood, whiskey, and that bastard wolf from the south. It stunk, and it stunk to high heaven. He’d follow the smoky smell that clung to Rikka back to her den and take some of her incense before the night was out.
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