Love Never Ends, It Only Changes

He frowned at Andy. They had had slaves in the pack for as long as Andy had been alive, and the child had never advocated for one of them before. What was so different about this one? He thought of Isa, cunning and unhappy with him. He wondered if allowing this… whatever it was, between Andy and Isa was something he should allow to continue. That woman had already proven an ability to get under his skin. Using Andy against him would be… He felt his breath tighten and he fought the urge to grab Andy and hold her close. Smotheringly so. If Isa had wanted to hurt him more, she had quickly found the means to do so.

“Andy.” He said, voice gentle as he considered what to say. He wrestled with explaining the way Isa had used his wife's death to get under his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. “I do not trust Isa, or her intentions. She is clever, and sly. Be careful around her, okay?” He said instead. He had a sudden urge to boot her from the pack. Andy was missing her mother, and vulnerable. He would never allow his child to be used.


"Sirius Fatalis"