I told you before... your tears don't fall...
Roza… in his current state Ganta barely recognized her calling his name at first. But something in him recognized his mate, even where his eyes failed him. He came to a stop, ears flicked back, but he didn’t speak. He knew Philomena wasn’t with him, as his mate, as his pack might have hoped. Instead what did they get? An angry alpha… a very, very angry alpha. It wasn’t until his Roza came to him, pressing into his chest and wrapping her head around his shoulders that Ganta blinked his eyes, visibly relaxing. He was silent for a long time, but he gently pressed his head back against her shoulder, a sign that he recognized her, a sign that he was… sort of alright. Not fully, no, but… it was something.
“I’m so sorry, Roza…” Ganta whispered, though there was still a slight edge to his voice. “I’ve been all over southern Boreas… I can’t find a trace of them anywhere.” He shivered, though whether from anger, sadness, or a mix of both he didn’t know. “I… I won’t forgive them, Roza. I won’t let them survive this.” His voice was quiet, but that dark edge flared up again. “Our family… it won’t be messed with ever again… especially by the Hellstrom line… Even if it means to turn against my brothers and sister… I don’t care anymore…” He paused.
“I’m scared Roza…” Ganta confessed softly, his voice wavering back towards the normal Ganta. “I’ve never felt this angry before… so full of hate… but when I think about Rikeros taking Philly I…” The male closed his eyes, giving a tired sigh. He wasn’t just fighting against his Hellstrom family members… but he was fighting against himself too. Fighting that darkness… that unforgiving side. He wanted to tear into Rikeros… yet… somewhere deep, deep inside his heart… he yearned for his Hellstrom siblings to be with his family as it was now… to be loving… instead of divided as they were. |
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