He hated her, hated her being right and hated that she was the one that had grown close to him and was gaining his trust. That was if the beast had any trust at all. The male scowled at his sister, a growl growing in his chest among the storm the brewed under his skin. How he loved her, and how he despised her. If he had the brains she did he would have found their sire first. He was the quickest, the most rugged and the better fighter. But it was her whit that made her superior. Heath shook his head at her last statement, the only one worth a second thought. Yes, that would be helpful. If he cared enough to think of her again. Maybe he would forget her, disconnect and never let his thought stray towards the memory of her face again. Maybe forgetting would bring him peace.
It was a foolish wish. He would never be without her or his brother.
“Of course” The male spoke, giving her the room to breathe and move once again. Stepping backwards, gold eyes looked to her, an odd sense of regret in his eyes and face. He wondered when he would see her again. And for a single moment, less then a full second he wanted to go with her. He wanted to be part of what they used to have and be family again. As quickly as it came, it left. Forgotten. His frown deepened, and turned to give her his back. Heath walked away to leave her with the deep disappointment that he felt towards her, their situation and himself. A growl rumbled through his chest as he lost her from his sight and her sent drifted from his nose, pushing her form his mind.
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