December 5th <<;
He had suffered betray from all ends. It had begun with his parents, who had left him to the suffering of the wilderness and the unknown. His brother had been the second, turning against their family for the sake of a wolf he did not know. It had been a half-brother next—one that had returned to strike at Gabriel’s weak daughter when she had been too young to defend herself. Yet Andre was dead, and Vitium had a death sentence over his head, and his father was long-dead and his mother no longer considered an enemy. So now a singular traitor remained, one that had sprung from the loins of his niece. Unable to destroy him, Gabriel sought the source for a singular purpose.
The deep colored warrior appeared behind the door, showing him the respect that his wolfish blood so demanded. Had he not come for such a terrible purpose he would have been pleased to see it. Gabriel had always liked Halo, for she above her brothers had proven loyal. This was all he had ever truly asked for.
It was the boy’s face that flickered through his mind and turned his eyes dark. “Your son is no longer welcome in this clan. You are to treat him as you would any other traitor.” With death. Even Faolin had that curse hanging over her head. Blunt as he was, Gabriel’s tone was even and quiet. His war was not against this woman.
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