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It is a minor miracle. Apparently, I am not the only one who is willing to do what it takes to help our brother accomplish this victory over the man who exiled all of us.
Scar’s father. I am still trying to let that piece of information sink in.
It is bad enough that the Alpha banished us, leaving us to die.
The fact that Scar is his blood, and he still threw him away like that makes me furious.
It is long past time for that Alpha to pay for what he has done.
Leaving The Abyss was easy, but the closer we get to the edge of the forest, the more on edge I feel.
We are walking away from the place we’ve called home for two decades.
We only have Scar’s word to go on that this will be better.
The Abyss, and the forest are the only world we’ve ever known.
I cannot picture what our new home might look like.
When the treeline ends, I move forward anyway.
I trust my brother, and this is what he needs.
I do this for him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Fox
Theforestisanassault on the senses in the best possible way. Everything here is full of life. The scents and colors are distractingly wonderful. It’s difficult to avoid the temptation to give chase to the small prey animals as we make our way through the trees toward the place that has long been forbidden, but I manage it for the same reason that I manage to keep quiet when Scar warns me that we are getting close to Nightshade.
I know when he is joking, and he was not kidding about wanting me to be quiet while we are heading to the Alpha’s house. It is a serious thing, murder, even when it is covered by pack law.
It would not do to make inane chatter on the way to that task, even if it would make the walk less tedious. Fortunately, we are already in town by the time I am starting to get bored with being quiet.
The town is an even bigger assault on the senses than the forest.
It contains so many interesting sights and scents that I can barely focus as I follow my brothers along the dark, empty path that our leader already seems to know well enough to traverse at a quickened pace.
According to Scar, there are only a few hundred ordinary wolf shifters living and breathing in the houses that we start to pass by. These people don’t exist in tiny little caves with few luxuries. They live in wooden houses with windows to look out of to see the rest of the world that exists around them. Even in the dark, it is an impressive sight to see so many of these well-crafted dwellings in a relatively small area.
The Abyss is not a fully realized place.
It is not a world. It does not vibrate with signs of life.
It is a pocket in space that has a singular use as a prison.
Being thrown in there was our punishment for being different.
I am glad that Scar is ready to face the people who did that to us.
I have been ready for a long time. I believe Scratch has been ready, too, even if he is now afraid of the changes we are about to go through, and what they will mean for our lives.
Snake … I think Snake finds it easier to make the most out of things.
That would probably be my attitude, if I was able to do the crazy things with my tongue that he can. I don’t think I would mind The Abyss quite so much if I could milk my own cock the way he does.
As if he knows I’m thinking about him, he turns and flicks his tongue out at me.
