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The young man Ehno had yet to meet was the first to speak up after the news. Ehno wondered for a moment if newer member had known Naniko at all, but the question drifted away as his words sunk in. Ehno found himself nodding in agreement, but he chose to remain silent. He couldn’t seem to find the words to express his thoughts; his mind reeled as the gravity of the situation hit him once more. No one else seemed to know how to react at first either, as silence continued to reign while a few of the gathered shuffled around.
The relative quiet of the meeting was suddenly shattered as Brooklyn let forth an angry torrent of words. He wanted to yell right back at her, to tell her that what the two ladies spoke of was true. The man had seen it for himself, seen that blank, hollow mask that Naniko chose to wear when her tears had stopped. She wasn’t the same anymore; those drugs truly had changed her. Ehno couldn’t believe it either, until he had chased her into the city and seen what she had become. It was for this reason that the Chief Sergeant remained silent. Brooklyn’s denial was understandable, and he knew the only way she would realize the truth of this situation was if it was staring her in the face. He looked away as she stomped off, sorrow and anger mixing in his chest. It was heartbreaking to see what their ex-leader’s choices had done to her family and friends, and yet part of Ehno was angry that Naniko had let this happen. He sighed as he realized that his anger was futile. It would never change what had happened.
Their massive warrior Jazper took the time to speak next, offering his insight to this situation and a request to seek out the D’Angelo lady. A small part of him wanted to inform the young man that she had taken refuge in the city, but the wear from his long travels seemed to overcome him and he remained silent. It seemed obvious to him now that Nani’s choice of shelter would be the city and he was sure Jazz would determine that as well. Suddenly he worried that leaving her alone in the city hadn’t been a smart decision. The temptation of those drugs would be strongest there, especially when she was so alone and vulnerable. But he knew that she needed time alone to come to grips with all that had happened. To tell Jazper of her location would only disturb the solitude she needed. There was nothing he could do, should the black-furred male find their ex-commander on his own, but Ehno would not be the one to send the pack after her.
The weariness continued to creep steadily over him as the two leaders took a moment to express that Naniko was still a part of this family. The meeting seemed to be over and the Italian man could no longer fight the tired ache of his muscles or the threat of sleep clawing at the edge of his consciousness. “It’s her choice now what path she will take,” he muttered. He stood and took a step toward the manor, pausing to look at Savina and Anu. His amber eyes locked with each of theirs briefly, expressing what he could not find the words to say—that he was behind them one-hundred percent on this and he was confident that they would lead the pack well. Then he nodded a silent goodbye to each of them and made his way up the porch steps to pass them. He placed a comforting hand on his sister’s shoulder before continuing into the mansion, letting her know that he would always be there to listen if she needed someone to talk to.
The young man Ehno had yet to meet was the first to speak up after the news. Ehno wondered for a moment if newer member had known Naniko at all, but the question drifted away as his words sunk in. Ehno found himself nodding in agreement, but he chose to remain silent. He couldn’t seem to find the words to express his thoughts; his mind reeled as the gravity of the situation hit him once more. No one else seemed to know how to react at first either, as silence continued to reign while a few of the gathered shuffled around.
The relative quiet of the meeting was suddenly shattered as Brooklyn let forth an angry torrent of words. He wanted to yell right back at her, to tell her that what the two ladies spoke of was true. The man had seen it for himself, seen that blank, hollow mask that Naniko chose to wear when her tears had stopped. She wasn’t the same anymore; those drugs truly had changed her. Ehno couldn’t believe it either, until he had chased her into the city and seen what she had become. It was for this reason that the Chief Sergeant remained silent. Brooklyn’s denial was understandable, and he knew the only way she would realize the truth of this situation was if it was staring her in the face. He looked away as she stomped off, sorrow and anger mixing in his chest. It was heartbreaking to see what their ex-leader’s choices had done to her family and friends, and yet part of Ehno was angry that Naniko had let this happen. He sighed as he realized that his anger was futile. It would never change what had happened.
Their massive warrior Jazper took the time to speak next, offering his insight to this situation and a request to seek out the D’Angelo lady. A small part of him wanted to inform the young man that she had taken refuge in the city, but the wear from his long travels seemed to overcome him and he remained silent. It seemed obvious to him now that Nani’s choice of shelter would be the city and he was sure Jazz would determine that as well. Suddenly he worried that leaving her alone in the city hadn’t been a smart decision. The temptation of those drugs would be strongest there, especially when she was so alone and vulnerable. But he knew that she needed time alone to come to grips with all that had happened. To tell Jazper of her location would only disturb the solitude she needed. There was nothing he could do, should the black-furred male find their ex-commander on his own, but Ehno would not be the one to send the pack after her.
The weariness continued to creep steadily over him as the two leaders took a moment to express that Naniko was still a part of this family. The meeting seemed to be over and the Italian man could no longer fight the tired ache of his muscles or the threat of sleep clawing at the edge of his consciousness. “It’s her choice now what path she will take,” he muttered. He stood and took a step toward the manor, pausing to look at Savina and Anu. His amber eyes locked with each of theirs briefly, expressing what he could not find the words to say—that he was behind them one-hundred percent on this and he was confident that they would lead the pack well. Then he nodded a silent goodbye to each of them and made his way up the porch steps to pass them. He placed a comforting hand on his sister’s shoulder before continuing into the mansion, letting her know that he would always be there to listen if she needed someone to talk to.