He pressed on, paws walking till they bled. He didn't care. He was numb to the pain. Hellfire was alight with sleepless nights and a need to find a place to bury what was taken from him. A small golden body was slung over his back, broken and bloody. Killed by the man who's head hung in his jaws. Abba's head was just as massive as his own but in his lifeless eyes was the terror and shock of his truth finally finding him. Sam had been merciless. Abba's blood hadn't been washed from Sam's white pelt. He strode with the confidence of the demon he had turned into. He knew well Levi and ava would want to know first. Their family would rise now. Abba could no longer harm them. He had laid his fangs on the last of Sam's children he ever would. Sam had not escaped unscathed either, but his new wounds were of little consequence to rid them of Abba's evil. He stopped along the path he was following. Ava had been through here before, probably to follow levi. He dropped the head with a thud. It deserved none of his respect. It was merely a warning now to any that dared cross the grieving father. He had taken Dom's beauty, Micahs life, both his first wives lives, and had threatened even more. He was not fit to have been left alive. Sam tossed his head back to release a low howl. A summoning for one of his eldest. He knew as pissed as ava would be she would gladly take this news and aid him in finding a place to bury her younger brother. Now he would wait. Walk "Talk" Think

Word of what had happened to Dom had reached her and her rage had yet to subside; where the fuck had her father been... She hadn't been there either though, she had been living on the island with Levi when it had happened and she knew that she too had failed her younger sister. It was a strange cocktail of guilt and rage that pounded through her when she caught the summons for her. So the Bastard returns. She mused to herself. The woman would approach, icy blues narrowed as she discovered his form upon the horizon. As she drew closer her gaze darted between the two harbingers of death her father presented, one drove a spike of increased rage through her. Another sibling lost, this one still nothing but a pup! And as she saw the head clearly thrown uncaringly on the ground, despite the new grief and anger that rolled through her a sardonic smile pulled at her lips. She stopped a distance away from her father still, slowly lifting her gaze to meet his. "Been busy I see." While it was clear the words she spoke were meant to be an attempt at levity there was no humor at all in her voice, her tones were practiced and precise; hiding the anger and the grief and the uncertainty she was suppressing from her demeanor. Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts