Walking on Hot Coals

The sight he came upon in the rock garden sent a sudden rage searing through his body. It wasn't so long ago that he had saved Devya from the terror of his children and brought her here. He had cared for her and helped her to regain her strength, but she wasn't ready yet. She wasn't at the point of being capable of defending herself from his savage offspring. His jaw fell open and he quickly released the doe he was dragging over the ground. How dare Ares try to come for her now?



Massive paws carried him there in moments. Seraphim stood menacingly blocking the entry to his overhang, a growl low in his throat. His narrow verdant gaze pierced that of his son and the hair on his neck stood on end. He was ready to snap, ready to question the child and throw him out, but something cut his growl off short.



There was no fear in Devya. In fact, she seemed content. Ares looked too lean and tired, his usual aggression nowhere to be found. Instantly his stance relaxed and he moved inside the den. What is wrong, Ares? Why are you here? His voice was gentle, full of concern. He knew that his children probably weren't living well since their mother's downfall, but the reality of it came crashing down on him as he looked his son in the eyes.






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