You wear her face

The Warlord let his eyes settle on the younger wolf before him. It was hard to push past the deep well of grief inside of him. It was hard to look at Briar, at the youngest children still in his care. To look at them and see them for exactly who they were, and not who he missed. He knew himself well enough to know the precipice of emotions inside of himself. Grief and rage in constant war. “I don’t intend to leave you to pick up the pieces, sweetheart. You deserve better than that… but I’m glad you're here for them” He said softly. He didn’t look at the scar again. Its presence was a guilty reminder of mistakes it was all too easy to make.

He shook his head at her question. He didn’t have an answer for her, as he hadn’t had one for Andy. “Have the pups said much to you, about how they are processing it?” he asked instead.


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