better with you

He didn't know what had come over him. He hadn't been able to figure it out in weeks. Regardless of knowing the reason, he knew the feeling. He cared for Eris. He cared for her in a way that he didn't imagine he would ever care for anyone, and while the feeling caught him far off guard he couldn't help but welcome it. It was simply unavoidable.



There had been a promise to see her again, but in the turmoil of Tortuga changing hands Seraphim had been unable for quite some time. After encountering Isardis he had wanted nothing more than to see Eris, though. The brute was despicable in Seraphim's eyes, and he couldn't imagine any pack he led would be a good home. He cared for nothing more than power, not even his own children. Seraphim hoped that Isardis would lose his life in this war, as he deserved nothing less, but a part of him wanted to thank the devil for creating this opportunity by instigating war in the first place.



The alabaster brute braced himself against the bitter cold falling around the cove as he entered the area and loosed a call for the woman immediately. He could only hope that she was nearby, and that as a healer she hadn't been dragged into the war to fight as a pawn for her wicked king.