It all so very convenient for him, to have lost all memory of the devilish deeds that had had committed. Heath knew it was a lie, knew that everything that they had witnessed was within that males mind, if he wanted to acknowledge it or not was another story. There was nothing about the male that Heath could, or would trust. He was monstrous, his one eye a token given by the deceased father figure the three held, a prize that Thomas had left for him and something that Heath wanted to rip from his face. It enraged him further, as if his anger had no limits. It wasn’t until he saw the actions of his brother that Heath prepared for his own. In a moment’s time, what seemed like less then a second Gael was on the ground again. The beast looked to the rest of them, and Heath almost saw it as a challenge, his words and the unspoken ones that were written on his body. Heath postured himself, his tail and ears high. Moving in front of his snarling sister, Heath did not prove to protect her. He only wanted to show that he was ready. The scars he bore were ones that he had collected for him, just for his father. He wanted only a bite, a taste to know the power that his older brother hadn’t even seem to touch. You deserve no mercy either. You took her dignity and then her life, both without mercy. Maybe they should rape him first, a cruel smile teased his lips at the thought. Who would scream then? His jaws snapped at the male threateningly. Jaws he had inherited from his father, along with the killer instincts. His sense came from his mother, and pushed him passed the hate and anger but only briefly as he saw Gael on the ground. It was obvious who would win this fight. But there was something else that he wanted to give him, something that he could injure no mater what form they were in or how strong he might be.
Hope this new conscious will let you sleep at night, knowing your pups remember the moment you killed their mother. he spoke with as must rage and control he fought with. As easily as he rose to anger Heath fell from it, or at least enough so that he was able to turn his back on the male. He didn’t care what became of him, or at least for this day. He would live, and Heath could not control the guilt that may or may not touch his soul, if it existed. Lets get the fuck out of here. He spoke to Gael, slightly disappointed in his brother.
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