While his shoulder did not allow for constant patrols, he still made his way into the forest for solitude. Gabriel moved like an earthen shadow in the forests he knew so well, as much a part of them as they were to him. Only gleaming yellow eyes betrayed him, hell-fire in the pre-dawn light. He enjoyed the stillness of the world and would have been content to walk in this way until his shoulder screamed, but it was not his body he heard first. It was a woman’s voice, and a high-pitched yelp that was not wolfish in its nature.
Gabriel ran despite the pain in his shoulder, and he ran with terror because he feared what he would find. Halo was standing over the crumpled form of one of Razekiel’s daughters, the blue-eyed one, and before the Aquila knew what he was doing fury boiled into his blood. This was not the first time he had found his niece attacking a clan-member. Eris had been the first; now he wondered if there had been others.
He let out a blood-curdling bellow: “HALO, STOP!” Was the command issued, and teeth bared, Gabriel threw himself over the child.
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