So much more than I can carry
Ganta watched every movement Roza made, almost like a mother hen at this point ready to sit on her nest of chicks to make sure they all stayed safe. When she asked what the name of his brother had been Ganta paused, stiffening. He sighed, knowing that he couldn’t keep the information from Roza… but it still felt a heavy burden to bear. “The one you met was Forsaken.” His brother’s name was less than pleasant, and a fitting name for the bastard child that he was. Ganta gave a low growl. “…and you can be sure he’s going to pay for this.” Revenge wasn’t always right… but Ganta didn’t see it as revenge. He saw it as justice for those who couldn’t bring it to themselves. Roza… he never should have left her side. Never allowed her to get hurt.
But all that vanished the moment Roza told him the news Forsaken had shared with her. He looked, alarmed at first, getting to his paws to quickly check her over for further wounds. But no, the only blood was coming from her face… and thank god. Ganta shuddered, breathing out a sigh of relief. He came back before Roza again, wearing the widest grin he had ever worn. “I doubt he was lying.” The young man said, his voice bubbling over with excitement. “…but… really? Us? Parents already?” Though he was questioning the fact there was no hiding the absolute joy in his eyes, the pride he felt having Roza as a mate.
“Gods…” He gave her a gentle lick on the nose. “For now we’re going to Fiori. I want a more experienced healer to look you over… and once I’m sure you’re safe I’ll make my way to the Weeping Woods… That is where we’ll be founded… where our little ones will be raised.” Ganta paused again, feeling that flurry of mixed emotions in his heart. He’d make a safe place for Roza, for their children… and Gods help ‘saken when Ganta got a hold of him. There would be no mercy. |
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