Season of the Witch

He looked back at her with a snarl growing on his features at her supposed cure for sadness. What he felt was not some melancholy on a rainy day, but a deep hurt left by both sides of his family and a man he had at first trusted. His dissatisfaction had grown with Hannibal as he rallied support for himself from the members the lightning king had gathered and filled his ranks with those who already supported his claim to power. All the while failing to complete the simple task he had given him at the rewarding of his rank.

“I had been injured protecting the territory he abandoned to fight that uppity red bastard. Defending his whelps and the children that were taken from me that same day.” He growled, his lips curling to show his fangs. “And even if I wasn’t, why would I risk my life to save a man who only followed me with the intention of betraying me?” He hissed. “Or were you somehow unaware of how my own pack called him king in secret?” He turned sharply to meet her gaze directly, bloodlust and hate in his eyes. The temptation to maim her had been strong and even stronger was the temptation to chase her from his lands entirely.

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