In many ways, Hybrid was right.
Ezekiel was not Gabriel, and Ezekiel was not the person he appeared to be. His charming, counterfeit smile did not meet his hawkish eyes. His body reflected a man who had spent years fighting, and not simply fighting to kill, or for a war, or even for a reason. The thrill of battle was enough. Tasting blood on his tongue, feeling a fist or a claw strike his body, this was why he fought. Very few spoke that secret tongue, and further yet understood its true meaning.
So his uncle’s silence did not perturb the scarred coyote, who studied him with those predator’s eyes and bird’s patience. He was not like his father because his father had known war as it applied to others. His father had fought with a purpose, with a plan. His father had drawn a very clear moral line for himself.
Ezekiel hid his true nature behind smiling masks, for he found this to be almost infallible. Yet Hybrid recognize this untruth and did not wish to befriend him. The boy did not blame his uncle. He was nothing like Gabriel, nothing like this red-eyed madman. He smiled, though it did not meet his eyes, and rose to his feet in one graceful motion. “I’ll be sure to warn you next time,” he said smoothly, turning the lumbering body of his Secui form to head back the way he had come.
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