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Just a humble trader, he said, though she thought he seemed more like a humble idiot. Who the fuck would show up by a territory, whose borders were lined up with wolf skulls, with a kid? The puppy was a dimwit as well, no doubt, for the thing ran up to her immediately, reaching out to paw at her foot. Playful or not, it was a disgusting excuse of life, so unlike the beautiful children she was mother to. As the stupid puppy vomited stupid words, Halo’s foot darted in a powerful kick, intending to throw the piece of crap far away from her glorious figure.
The coyote grimly grimaced at the trader, her lovely fur puffed up with her vibrating resentment. Another canine decided to join them then, and the scene could have turned violent right there if it hadn’t been for Inferni’s bold claim in the man’s scent. Another member of the clan, one of many nameless these days. ”Good,” the woman uttered, dryly. Scarlet hues turned to the new arrival, and she broke her grimace only for a moment to serve her fellow Lykoi a sweet little smile. ”Secure his wares. If the horse becomes a problem, kill it.”
Then the cruel woman turned to the wolf and his child. Wouldn’t Amnesty love a child’s skull to play with? Her hand leaped up over her shoulder and returned with the elegant blade that already had killed so many. ”I’ll take care of these two.” Her smile still lingered on top of sweet lips, though the nature of the gentle curve had turned wicked and cruel.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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