the curse of dark mountain

As Erystotle spoke Pyrrhic found himself backing away in horror. He felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. Of course his discovery on the beach was too good to be true. Erystotle was a poison apple; beautiful on the outside but filled with nothing but evil. This was his fault. Erystotle had known what he was and yet he'd let Pyrrhic take him in anyway.

In a rage Pyrrhic threw himself at Erystotle. He aimed to slam his front paws into the boy's side and roll him over so he could stomp on him. "How could you! Bastard! You did this to me! This is YOUR fault!" He wanted to kick him across Auster. Just kick and kick until Erystotle was nothing but a sack of broken bones.