He had gone to the coast, hoping to track his mate and other two children. He wanted to grab her and drag her back. He knew in his heart it wouldn't happen, he knew it was over between them. Still... Still, he wanted to find her, wanted to find out what he had done so terrible that she left him, left Myrddin, and walked away from them. In his day of wandering, he fell short of finding her. He was walking the shattered streets of Halifax in a depressed daze when the acrid scent of smoke caught his attention.
He stiffened. Fire was a bad thing even this far away from a pack. He began tracking the smoke, only to find the source. Fear and anger scored his heart as he discovered the source of the fire, of the smoke. Liam. His lips curled as he stared across the fire at the monster who had once been his son. Blood covered the boy's hands and face, meat roasted over the fire, and the beast was cleaning some kind of pelt. In the fire, grinning like a demon, laid what once belonged to a living wolf.
He felt rage fill him, banishing the depression left from his wandering mate. "Murdering again, Liam? Who was that? Some pack yearling? An invalid?" Anger rushed through his as Liam's head lifted, golden eyes meeting mismatched orbs. Liam's gaze was cold, indifferent. Tal strode forward, wanting to slap the smug indifference off the kid's face.
In a flash, the knife Liam had been using the clean the pelt was at the scholar's throat.
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