Give [M]e One Good Reason Why.
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     Certainly there was a script of sorts when it came to how Gabriel spoke of Inferni. He had spent so long attempting to clear the clan of its image of bloodthirsty savages that he repeated himself over and over when speaking to strangers. Yet he did not find fault in this. Nor did he find fault in the fact that it was apparent he was far from a coyote himself.
     The girl spoke to him easily, as if she had known him for years, and he gave her credit for this. It showed either a great deal of courage or a great deal of foolishness. Despite this doubt, as it always did, rose in his chest. Perhaps she was one of Haku’s spies, sent to lure him into revealing weakness. How fortunate that he had little the bastard could take—the demon had all ready had his mother, and certainly could do no more to his family since they were not here.
     Despite the doubt (or perhaps because of it) the front of his mouth pulled up, whiskers curling towards his muzzle. “I’ve seen war many times and lost family to wolves. My family has been with Inferni since the beginning.” He paused, watching her face, but this did not last long. “What’s your story?”


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