Come on and say it.

[Arkham Lykoi]

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Issues. So apparently his father had "issues," but he really had no idea what that meant. He had been working hard to improve his vocabulary, but "issues" seemed to be one of those ridiculously flexible words that people liked to toss into sentences all over the place to mean different things every time. But in this context, did Faolin mean he had problems? What sort of problems? And why? Did they have anything to do with the fact that they didn't live together? Everyone had problems, right? Why were his so special that Gabriel would deem him as a bad person? Arkham wanted a lot more elaboration than that, but for the first time, he was almost afraid to ask. He had never thought much about his father, but he didn't really want to learn that he was some horrible monster either. Especially if Rachias was living with him.



Would he really hurt her? Why? Vaguely, he remembered asking Castor about how far away Clouded Tears was. He had assumed that the other had been from the same pack as his father because he had carried a vaguely familiar scent, but already he had forgotten what the answer had been. However far or close it was, it would never be close enough though. If there were borders then there would be borders. The grey pup didn't know much about interpack/clan relationships yet, but already he felt like there were walls between them and that he was too small and too weak to break them down. It was not a feeling of helplessness that he was used to and he decidedly right away that he definitely didn't like it.



Why did you leave Inferni? he asked, looking up at his brother's mate almost accusingly. He had never known that anyone had left before -- no one had ever told him. He had always assumed that they had all lived here for as long as they had lived and that that was how things were going to be forever. Apparently, he was wrong.

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