Promises are all that drive us

The Warlord gave a sharp nod. That was after all a large part of why they were still in the Hallows. The Hallows had always been a safety net for the Warlord, and already his Queen Daughter was catching what fell through the cracks. He considered taking her out for a hunting lesson, despite her statement about food. He was chewing it over when she spoke again, her words catching him off guard. They hit him like shards, and it was hard not to wince again. A cruel part of him rose up then. And he had to bite down with the effort to keep the words from spilling out. Telling the pup that Zee had been his first. For longer. That what he had lost hurt more would be bitter words to tell a child that had lost her mother.

He could still feel the rage inside of him. The part of his nature he chose to deny and bottle down. That he had promised to keep clamped down, and away from the children. He swallowed the words and shuddered softly. It was easier to make the promise to hold true then it was to keep it. Instead, he answered Andy’s question with one of his own. “Do you know how Briar got the scar under her chin?” he asked softly, leaving aside her question about the predator for now. Hunting a predator with his daughter didn’t feel the safest move with the mood he was in.


"Sirius"