Who was he fooling? Heath thought as he watched and listened to the ragged and aged male. There was confusion in his voice and face, and it made Heath’s confidence grow and the distance between him and the one-eyed beast shrink. Heath was prepared, as he always was, for a fight. More then confident that, if the other made the wrong move, he would be able to overpower him in an instant. Gael would help too, he was sure. Once he had started his brother would be eager to help, Gael was always too cautious. But Heath was ready to face the pack that his father called family, and he would fight until they ultimately ripped him to shreds. He was ready for that too. The anger he felt and the raging fire that was so easily lit in his core could send him into a frenzy with the smallest of sparks.
Denial, it made him grin. Shaking his tawny furred head, his cynical smile not leaving his face. Miri’s words mocked the male, but Heath was beyond words. Speaking of the past made it even more real, reminding the crowd of what the monster before them had done. Heath pictured his mother, and as her saw her beautiful blood spattered face a low growl emitted from the depths of his throat. Bright white teeth shown as he felt his lips quiver. Heath even tried to calm himself, compose his features as he stood among his kin, but there would be nothing that could stop the anger from showing.
He was a caged beast between his siblings. He was not the control that Gael emitted or the pure unrestrained bitch that his sister was. Heath wanted blood, pure and simple. The urge was almost overpowering. He wanted the male to scream, and beg for forgiveness that Heath would never allow. He wanted revenge. And he wanted to taste the sweet air of death as he stood over the body.
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