He heard the call, but he did not understand what was behind it. Almost instantly he was moving, long before he had time to fully consider what he was walking into. It was a wolf’s cry, and it was for him alone. If anything could have been a trap, it would have been this. Still there was no fear because after everything that had been done, having an ambush come against him would have been nothing. Gabriel wanted blood. He wanted to destroy all the things that had come to stand against him.
What he found was not a man, but a boy. He recognized him dimly, but his scent explained well enough who he was. A frown set itself on his face and his eyes darkened, but there was no hesitation in his approach. Gabriel came to greet the young man and stood across from him, body radiating dominance, and spoke gruffly. “What?” He nearly snapped, black ears forward and hackles all on end.
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