the curse of dark mountain

Pyrrhic was no longer as gentle as he had sounded when they first met and he’d been given a rabbit. He should have spoken up then, but the rabbit smelled so good and Pyrrhic had been so kind to offer it. The pale boy shrunk as Pyrrhic began to truly understand and questioned him further. He tucked his tail between his legs and looked up at the emperor apologetically. ”I only have the evidence provided.” He said softly, unsure how he could really prove a curse. ”You were so kind to me… I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t sure until.. until..” He murmured softly, knowing he’d messed everything up in not telling the Abraxas wolf.