drinking wine made for disaster
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     “I’ll tell him,” Gabriel said shortly, secretly hoping he would never see the brat again. Since childhood he had hated the boy, finding him obnoxious and headstrong. Such attitude would not settle well against him, and he sought to stamp it out at the source. Even Hybrid, who was renown for his aggression, knew how to show respect around his leader. Certainly, many of the Inferni coyotes had not been used to showing such things, but Gabriel was a wolf by and large and still expected it. Having his right to lead challenge infuriated him to no end. He had struggled to hold Inferni together. He had fought wars over it.
     Then, though he did not expect it, Jefferson offered not only his aid, but the aid of his pack. Struck by the motion, Gabriel blinked owlishly. Then he smiled, perhaps the first true smile he had done in a long time. It did not meet the shadow lurking in his eyes. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. When he falls, the world will know.” He imagined there was a shift in his scarred companion’s face, but perhaps it was a trick of the light. The two exchanged nods of farewell and Gabriel watched the cyclops make his way east, losing sight of him past the tree line.




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