the curse of dark mountain

Pyrrhic stared long and hard at Erystotle. He wasn't sure what to do with. For reasons he couldn't explain, Pyrrhic couldn't bring himself to kill the boy. If he would take the time to really look at himself he would see that he wasn't convinced of Erystotle's blame; he was allowing the boy to take it as a scapegoat. If it was Erystostle's fault than it couldn't be Pyrrhic's, couldn't be his father's and it couldn't be because of the Fallen God's. The problem with that was that it didn't explain why Pyrrhic couldn't hear the Fallen God.

He jerked his head away from the circle of stone and into the darkness beyond the pack's temporary border. "Move," he commanded coldly, but offered no explanation. Just because Pyrrhic couldn't bring himself to kill him didn't mean he couldn't put Erystotle where he couldn't ruin anyone else's life. Pyrrhic would see to it no one else's life was upended by the cursed boy.