this house is not my home.

[Ahemait Lykoi]

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Time marched on. The hours since he left turned into days, turned into weeks, and then Ahemait lost count. Life was not divided anymore by the months she had lived or the things she had seen, it was before and after Stygian's disappearance. because it was no longer just simply 'I'm taking care of Conri.' It was, he is missing, and in danger. She was no longer needed amongst Inferni ranks. Her brother, Samael, was there, as was Hybrid and even a few selective new members. The house was not a home. It was a prison cell. It was the place where she had first made love, the place where she had felt so alive with her skin touching his. It was the place with the cold side of the bed, the place he should have been in.

Ahemait packed her very few things and made quick steps across floor. Her nails tapped in time, and she remembered seeing the father of her newest siblings, watching her. She closed the door as silently as she possibly could, and made her brisk steps towards the trail she had found of Conri and Stygian so very long ago.

Ahemait Lykoi, last loyal child of Kaena Lykoi, departed Inferni and the lands of Bleeding Souls without so much as a word to anyone.

This house, this pack, was not her home.

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