Ain't No Rest For the Wicked
04-07-2018, 12:45 PM
The call at her border. She didn't know who it came from, but she approached it anyway. When she drew near the caller, her face lit up. It was the male she had helped heal that one time. In a split second, her expression dropped.
That was Malleus Abraxas. He was a member of the family that was taking down packs one after another.
Sparrow took a second to gather her wits. Was this a social call, or an official one? With what Dragon had said, he had befriended some of the Abraxas before. They still took over his pack. They turned and attacked him and his home.
Now Sparrow wasn't sure how to feel.
The small alpha approached the large man. She cleared her throat, finding her mouth unequivocally dry.
"Malleus," she greeted, "Your wounds seem to have healed well."
The air hung thick around them. Her stomach turned. She forced a smile.
"T- to what do I owe this honor?"
That was Malleus Abraxas. He was a member of the family that was taking down packs one after another.
Sparrow took a second to gather her wits. Was this a social call, or an official one? With what Dragon had said, he had befriended some of the Abraxas before. They still took over his pack. They turned and attacked him and his home.
Now Sparrow wasn't sure how to feel.
The small alpha approached the large man. She cleared her throat, finding her mouth unequivocally dry.
"Malleus," she greeted, "Your wounds seem to have healed well."
The air hung thick around them. Her stomach turned. She forced a smile.
"T- to what do I owe this honor?"