Ravensblood Forest Tonight we are young

The undersanding wafting from Lia made him curious about her past, but he decided to tuck the questions into the back of his mind for now. The shocked question that came from Kitsch startled him, and for some reason urked him as well. "Operative word might. it has been a few weeks and we've heard nothing. There's always the threat off attack in this world Kitsch, whether you are alone or with others. If Im not being too brash, Do you expect to be safe harbored from life's difficulties here?" he said this in a calm and polite tone though his eyes hardened.


He could already tell that the woman was pampered. His old Alphas had treated their children like treasures, and so they grew up expecting to be coddled and sheltered from everything while the rest of the pack worked their asses off. It was something that annoyed him deeply as a soldier, and protector. Everyone had put their asses on the line to protect the spoiled ones, some even lost their lives but never recieved gratitude as the whelps acted like they deserved it.