The male knew that he needed to get back in action from where Lucifer’s attack nearly killed him. The healing of the broken ribs was what hurt the worst by far. The male moved slowly like he was older then what the male really was. The ear and half moved around upon his head, as the male picked up the scent of a member of the occult pack. Noah would never think about turning away a member of the pack that his father called “home” Seeing the female seated upon the ground the male moved closer slowly sniffing the air between the two of them as he moved closer, those eyes…the silver male shudder he knew those eyes. Stopping with a nice wide distance between the two of them, Noah felt sick to her stomach, but pushed past as he gave a soft bark. ”Need Help?” The silver male could feel the sick feeling twisting up in his stomach, he knew his father was sick…would be be sick enough…could he be sick enough?
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