here we stand with their blood on our hands
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He had expected to go unnoticed and then talk to Gabriel later when there were less creatures to listen. Instead his younger brother Samael had noticed him, recognized him and announced his presence. Leave it to a younger Lykoi to have a big mouth. Huffing out a sigh he gave a nod to his younger brother. "Samael." He had grown up and he noted the thinness to his physique and the lack of puppy fat that had been on him before. He'd have to speak with him later, privately and see how he was doing. Golden eyes stayed on Sam' for a moment longer before turning towards Gabriel who was now approaching.



His brother smelled vaguely of gasoline and Molochai frowned slightly at the smell and the smoke that lingered in the air. Taking a breath and then exhaling he gave a slight nod, seeming to know what his brother was thinking. Mother is gone. Molochai wouldn't leave her, he'd trained how many puppies their wolf-hating ways? It was her betrayal. She had left him and it was better now. He was his own hybrid, his own being without responsibilities to anyone except his direct family. Stretching out his spine he yawned and glanced at the others before adding, "I trust your plan brother." As if there was any doubt.

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