When I die, I'll let go

Flare wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted yet. But with Absinth, he was looking at another adventure. There were no wolves that he trusted completely, but he trusted Absinth more than most. He glanced at her ribcage as she displayed it. So it was a top-dog type of world? That was the one he knew best. “I’ll be no wolf’s play-thing” He told her, voice a touch cold again. “If I join your heathens, i’ll be gunning for power and position.” He said a touch sly, glancing over at her. He wasn’t afraid to gain a few new scars to get there, either.

“Why don’t we find out if I fit?” He added, raising a brow at her. She seemed to be asking if he was ready for the heathens. But were they ready for him? Perhaps he was a cocky bastard, but that was the way he survived.


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