Waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

Revenge would continue to watch the older Destruction, similarly bright yellow gaze lingering on his uncle as the boy tried to read him. There was no excuse Soliloquy would receive, but Revenge's loyalties were with Mercy. He held little affection for his father, but in the end he would regret hurting his mother. Not that he was much willing to discuss that with Sol. Obviously the man was very sore about something. Had Valentine not only claimed the land, but the family that lived there too? Then why were his parents not present? He'd avoid the confrontation again, that was Mercy's role really. Revenge didn't usually want much part in sparring, especially with his words. "So who all is here? Since somehow my parents left?" Revenge had no idea what his relative had been up to, the last thought he would have was that he'd found a girl and made a family. He'd pull his haunches beneath him as he settled to talk with Soliloquy. And then maybe his alpha.