Swirling storms

The laughter immediately told Beauregard that selling their children to slavers wasn’t the end of the suffering that his partners had endured. It pained him, knowing that they had endured such cruelty. It made his stomach churn and then man was sure that, for the first time in his life, he felt hatred for another. At Mika’s explanation a slight growl slipped past Beau’s lips. “That doesn’t make what they did right.” He was firm in that fact. He drew closer to the male. No matter what they faced now, he wanted to be beside them and keep them all safe. They meant so much to him… Mika, Benson, Henry, Tan… he loved each of them, even if that love was a little different when it came to Benson. He went to move a paw over Mika’s own but the purple wolf had raced up onto the ship. The cream male sighed softly, trailing after them.

Mika clawed at the floorboards, angry at first. But when that anger faltered, and his mate had sat, he was shivering. Beau was sure it wasn’t just from the chill of the North. He would come up alongside them, his blue gaze worried. Beau did not sit, but he brushed his body up against Mika’s own. There had to be a reason that they were remembering things now. “The wolves who held you, who were they? Are they still out there?” He didn’t like the idea of asking things that might trigger more memories but… ignoring it wouldn’t be good either. He needed to help them through this.

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