Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

The boy was eager and unyielding. Perhaps those two were the traits that Damien would give to the bastard along with his physical strength. Hadn't he been disgraced to be born from the bitch he would surely had been an asset that Damien would want in the Brotherhood's ranks, but under such circumstances Damien couldn't afford to allow him any closer than he was right now. Like Nemesis, Atshen had stolen him, betrayed the pack's pillar motives, and for that he would pay.

Again, Atshen attempted to bitch-slap Damien as though it would do him any good. Damien had taken grip on the bastard's chest, and for every inch that Atsen's claws dragged over his face did his fangs dig deeper into flesh. Atshen had sacrificed his standing when he decided to lift his paws from the ground, and Damien's pillars had never left the ground. He took one step further, trying to take advantage of his position and attempting to completely unbalance Atshen as he battled through the pain that burned in his face. He needed to end things once and for all. If there was ever something good about Damien's stubbornness it was that he got things done his way, and he usually succeeded.