Blackfeather Woods Important meeting; do NOT miss

She was laying down and ears were cupped forward in mild worry, until she unveiled the reason behind her call. His body language changed, muscles relaxing and ears splaying, his overall disposition more relaxed now that he knew nothing was physically wrong with his sister. Yet he had hoped she be spared the burden of this information, and he wondered how and when she had secured the information. It mattered little, though, as it did nothing to change the circumstances.

He had often thought of that day and the things he had needed to do. The ending was the only thing that was blurry to him. He only remembered losing control, ironically when he had been in complete control. That was how such things went.

After a thoughtful silence he said, no shame in his voice nor body language: "It was what needed to be done. He had... done things to me, once. It had to be paid for, to make sure he would not repeat what he had done." He did not divulge more for the time being. Cicero reasoned his sister likely wanted more intimate details, but he was not sure he was ready to give them. He had been ashamed when it had happened the first time, and even to this day he had never told anyone what the white wolf — what Alexander — had done to him that day.