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He remember almost every coyote that was gathered there, the only one escaping his recognition being Anselm. He had never met the other de le Poer, and luckily for him, probably never would get the chance. All these ones would be put to death for opposing him the minute he overthrew Gabriel. He turned his head a moment to sneer back at Anselm at his side, silently questioning his problem with his eyes. Perhaps those vivid pinpricks that lacked light and overtook their own pupils was threatening, but the large grey hybrid didn't give a damn about anyone but himself. Whether he could intimidate one of them or all of them or even none of them, he didn't care. His nose didn't furiously pick up the scents; there was no part of any of this he was interested in more than he wanted to kill the king.
What heart? he retorted the moment Gabriel's charge came. Obviously that buddy on the side was gonna be of some important, having been given an unrecognizable command by his half brother, but what significance that was, he couldn't guess. He lifted the blade, switching his grip to stab it right down into Gabe's skull the minute he got too close. He really didn't think his half brother was so stupid as to make himself that vulnerable, and it was for this reason he turned his body to face Anselm's and kept his eyes on Gabe. He would have more peripheral vision and more time to react if the plan was to disarm him and then rip him apart.
Corona, he could recall from the meeting on the bridge in the old world. Tamerlane had been there, too, at the time. She and Faolin weren't even people he should consider. His main goal was to wipe out the two males, hopefully ripping down his half brother before Anselm became a problem. A vicious hacking snarl crept out his throat as he laughed and readied his blade, counting the steps, the wolf lengths, that Gabriel made. If the hybrid grabbed his leg, he wouldn't be able to move away fast enough to avoid the knife; that would be Andre's cue.