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Her body felt foreign. There was a disconnect in her brain, something that shut off, something that made her forget everything. Green eyes first burnt hot, then simmered to a pitch of black-green bile that had always been boiling inside of her. Since before the fire, since before the first time she had been touched by hi
STOP IT
So she did. Her jaw tightened to an unimaginable point and she was certain it would crack. The white wolf’s fur rose all along her spine, hands trembling. This was enough. Her sister was weak. Tayui had always been weak. Something inside of her was growing taunt and threatening to break. It finally snapped cleanly as the tears choked her sister’s dignity under them. Yes, she had a right to mourn. Yes, she had a right to be weak. But there was no part of the barghest that could justify such an overwhelming amount of pain. It was foreign to her because she had all but blocked the idea of hurt long before she had lost her other son.
“Stop it,” she said, her voice dangerously quiet and still. “You don’t know what it is to be alone. I’ve been alone since that bitch of a half-sister burnt our home to the ground.” Her voice shook with anger, furious and terrible anger, because she had suspected the girl all along and done nothing.