Hate Me
| Avalon |
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She watched him squirm beneath her intense gaze. The aura she was radiating had no doubt, put him on edge. She too, fought the urge to break this new side of her. But it would be the pain that kept her nailed to it. The pain that she felt physically, mentally, and emotionally. A triple threat if there ever was one. This was her trinity. This was a new feeling, especially now. Before, she'd felt only two. And that was the emotional and mental pain when the boy's father had abandoned her. She cared not whether he was worried about her injuries. In time, they would heal and a scar would be left in its wake. That was what Mercy had wanted. And it was what Avalon got for trying to better the lives of her family. To try and better his life. The one who stood before her.
And she could tell, his control was slipping. He did not hold the usual stony look, nor the arrogance nor confidence he so usually held. He was but a pup in her eyes, and whatever happened here and now would determine their future. She loved her babies, all of them. And the more she thought about it, the more her heart started to shatter into millions of tiny pieces.
And yet...he had only a single word to say. Taking a deep breath, she took a small bit of weight off of her injured shoulder, her fur matted with blood. And yet, her stance did not waver. She refused to fall. “Yes? That is all you have?” Did he not get a clue as to what had happened? The bitch sang. Gave him away. Ratted him out. All after waltzing right into their territory and disrespecting their lands. It would not be over, no. Avalon would make sure the woman paid. And while she wasn't one for revenge, nor holding grudges, it was much different when someone interfered with the family she had worked so hard for. But it seemed, Lykos had taken after his father. A betrayer. It was in this moment, that her mind was convinced. And while they knew nothing about Newol for she refused to speak of him around them, she had hoped they wouldn't pick anything up from that traitor. Someday, that conniving bastard would get what was coming to him, by any means necessary and she'd go through any length to make him pay one way or another. And yet...here stood one black sheep out of the flock. “So, if you know...care to tell me what might have happened?” Of course, she would tell him exactly what happened. But first, she wanted to know what he guessed first. |
