Rather Be Caught Dead Than Be Weak

The man breathed in and out in a huff of frost. Things had been a bit… interesting since his return. Not one, but two children had been caught in his trap, and the man had hidden them away here in the North. One had even shown signs of being imprisoned before… an emaciated little femme who bore the scent of his dear, dear brother. Forsaken snorted. He could give a shit about family anymore. He was here for his own reasons; to cause destruction and do whatever he damn well pleased. The start of that was going to be a slave trade… though he knew he was walking into dangerous territory considering one of the children was a pack wolf.

An ear flicked in irritation as his golden eyes fell on the vessel where his mother had once given birth. Birth to his siblings… the freaks. He snorted, a low growl forming in his throat. If he ever came across any of them… he’d do their father a favor and get rid of them. It was the least he could do after abandoning the family after their father’s death… after doing nothing to stop Arietta from killing herself.

Forsaken was no hero. Was that not obvious enough by his name? He paused, licking his lips. He could smell the scents of others, of blood, of decay at this place… but none were familiar. Whomever was here now had better not have dared to kill one of his little siblings. That was his job. Or the job of his littermates. They could rebuild Sin’s legacy in their own way… and perhaps it was for the better that they were all separate right now.

He dug his claws into the frost at his paws, throwing back his head and letting out a howl for those that lived within the ship now. Who were they? Were they worthy of living in such a vessel? Golden eyes flashed madly as he waited, expecting someone to come bursting out onto the deck like a bat out of hell to defend the territory. He hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed.