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@Damien The dark wraith glided through the dark fortress of shadows and whispers, without weight to guide her on her feet.
What had she done? What was her home now, torn apart over someone so easily disposed. But what she had done struck the core of her being, had she not pledged loyalty to the very man she had cut down with her words as a weapon? She had. She had, over and over. She had ruined what little they had left.
They had so little left.
But she could not lay to waste now, though her efforts of creating a brighter future seemed to turn to ashes before her. At least, for her anyways. What was there for her but a rank to her name? If she could not be loyal to one being how could she be loyal to another. How could she not betray again, and again. She felt nothing, nothing but guilt. It ate away at her, until she could not bear to think about it.
Not once had guilt been among Damien's feelings, not about overthrowing Burke at least. He felt guilty for casting his family aside, Kendra and Cicero. He felt guilty for not being there to protect Pietro from that savage cougar. That he felt guilty for, but this was different. He had taken leadership of the pack to mend his mistakes, and to right the wrongs he'd done to the pack and his family. He should have worked harder to become the leader they deserved, the one that the pack was waiting for, and he had coma all the way up to do the right things. He was gonna fix the pack.
Nemesis did not seem to share that thought, however, and trailed the forest looking distraught. Damien crossed paths with her in the right moment, and chuffed to make his presence noticed. There were things that needed to be talked about, and it was of urgency. He was sharing his throne with Nemesis because he thought she was strong enough to hold it, but it was time to find out the truth about that. Nemesis had been Damien's sole rival since she climbed up the ranks to Beta, so he couldn't have her be a problem to him now that they both sit side by side in control of the pack.
Nemesis was not as ignorant as Damien was. And at that moment, she wished she was. Damien could always go back to being Burke's son, but she could not go back to anything. That trust was gone, and it could never be fixed. Damien would not understand this. How could he? They barely knew much about each other, and had once been informal enemies. Their ruling would not be easy, to say the least, but they both had ambition and that conquered doubt any day. Nemesis could not be his voice of reason, but she did not need to be. Both their interests served the Brotherhood, and caution was not what the Brotherhood was made for. "Damien," She acknowledged his presence. She needed to know what to do next, what their next action would be. "I--," She was halted, a feeling came over her, and before she knew it, she was racing towards the den she had condemned without a glance to Damien. Her nose searched for their presence, desperatly trying to hold on to the belife that he had not left her. Their scents were gone, along with the newest joiner. She peeked her head inside, as if they were simply hidden where they could not be seen, but to no avail. She stummbled back, in shock yet disbelief. He couldn't. He had.
"BASTARD!" Damn. Burke really had truly never cared about them. Kendra was still there, unknowing that her father had ditched her for his wench. Burke was a traitor, one that they had failed to see. Nemesis hated him. She hated him with every fiber of her being, every bone in her body, every thought in her brain knew but one thing. She hated that fake pretender, the one that had lied to her face when he said he believed in her, the one that had made her feel like she could talk, only to be stabbed in the back repeatedly. How could he? He left his family, everything, for her. He cast them all away, for her.
"He has left us, betrayed the Night Mother, Meldresi and his true family. I will kill him and his bitch, and their disgusting children, the second he ever dares to show is traitor face in this region again. I will kill him," It was a vow. She had been angry before, but now.. now, she was out for blood. She wanted his fat, dead carcass among the borders, and his childrens hides hung from the trees overhead. "He didn't give a shit about us. A fucking LIAR!" She seen red. She had told him everything, and he just left. Her breaths began to become loud, her anger growing within her like a fire, spreading throughout her body, uncontrollably. She paced infront of the empty den, seeing only the image of Burke dead on the ground. In that moment, she made herself a promise she had never dared to make before, and never so passionatly.
"I will have his head,"
Her mind seemed troubled the moment Nemesis noticed Damien's presence. He approached, still in utter silence expecting her tongue to untangle in a long confession of guilt or any other preoccupation, but she fell silent and her eyes shifted away as if she'd suddenly caught the smell of a squirrel. Damien's own eyes shifted after hers, and when she sprung off he followed quickly. Confusion flooded Damien's thoughts as he tried to figure out what had caused such reaction in Nemesis, but it wasn't until they reached the spiderlings' glen that he put the pieces together.
Burke was gone. And so were his whore and their little bastards. Nemesis had far become pure rage, claiming she would have the traitor's head as soon as she saw him, she had reacted, but Damien was in shock. Baffled, Damien stared at the den entrance. He should had seen it coming, how stupid! Rage started growing. His nostrils flaring. Burke had been a traitor all along. Damien had given him a chance to redeem himself, to help rebuild the pack, and he had betrayed him again. Burke was the enemy now. A growl started rumbling in his throat. His lips twitching. There was no forgiveness to this, not anymore. His growl grew louder until it turned into a deep howl. Never had a howl sounded so angry, so full of rage and disappointment; it carried a message: Burke was number one on the Brotherhood's blacklist now.
eep, sorry! i don't know if you want to wrap this up in the next few posts since this was basically summed up in other threads, but either way i'm good!
She looked to him, his reaction equally furious. How could this happen?
"He will not get away with this," She promised, meeting his gaze with certianty. The whole pack would know of Burke's betrayal and they would realised how misguided they had been all this time, governed by an Alpha that clearly did not give a shit about them or his family. Kendra. This would break her. After Pietro, and just everything.. Damien needed to be an amazing big brother if he was going to rectify this. Hopefully Kendra would not place the blame on them. That would be horrible.
"Should we follow?" It seemed a good idea and not. There was a chance they were long gone by now, or they were somewhere in the territory, waiting. Either way, it was up to Damien. She would hunt them down until her feet turned bloody but if there was no point, they would be at loss.
Her wish was shared by Damien, Burke would not get away with this so easily. As soon as his howl died out Damien allowed the growl to rumble in his chest as he cursed and damned the deserter and his whore. They were cowards, traitors, enemies. They were the kind of scum the Dark Brotherhood was hired to deal with.
Following seemed like the obvious thing to do, but it was true that perhaps it would lead them nowhere. Damien didn't think following Burke himself was a good idea, and he didn't want Nemesis on it either. They were the leaders now and had important things to deal with, more important even that beheading trash like Burke. Someone else could be put to the task, thought Damien, and the first one that came to mind was Kove, but his scent had started to fade as well from the Glen and its surroundings. Damien got worried for a second, but smart as he was, the Inuit was probably already on the hunt.
"Let Kove do it. It was his job to keep them here, he will have to relocate them," decided Damien, looking at Nemesis to see if she shared the tranquility that her mate would not betray them, and that his absence meant what Damien believed it meant. It was unlikely that Kove had helped the flea-bags escape, anyway.
She nodded, though she worried for Kove. The consequences of him letting Burke get away would not sit well with Damien, she was sure. However, that was not saying Burke had not planned this, that he had waited until the perfect opportunity to cut their losses and ditch them all. Perhaps, this had been a forced exit, they could not know for sure. For now. But as she surveyed the scene, one thing was missing. Kove himself. Perhaps, he was in pursuit already, as they stood around and waited. But her assurances where rested in him, and she had no doubt he would return with a valid explanation. She did not need to fret, for she was not his keeper and knew he could handle himself.
"He will," Her tone came rather serene despite the problem at hand. Perhaps, it was the fact she was positive Burke would get what was coming for him, that he could not run for long. Yet, her tone carried determination, that she would see his recapture though despite it being Kove's responsibility. Her thirst for vengeance would not exclude her former Alpha and his bastard family, as it did not anyone. "I have no doubt in him," she said, glancing to him for she wanted to make this clear, it was her duty. Not only as a wife but as a packmate. While Damien might turn to accusations in the heat of the moment simply because it was his character, she could not. Burke's actions where his own, foolish. His actions were exactly what caused him to fall from power, and this was only an example of his poor descion making. But truly, what did they expect?
Trust was something Damien rarely gave away. Kove had been a lucky one, or perhaps he'd worked his way to it from the moment he found a stranded young Damien seeking his absent parent and befriended him when no one else seemed to want that. Either way there was no doubt in Damien that Kove would have an explanation for the matter either, he had always been loyal despite his record of failed missions. However, Damien felt disappointment at the Inuit, something he would voice to no one but Kove himself the moment he showed his face again.
"We need to make sure everyone knows this, Burke is a traitor. His head is the price," stated Damien in a low growl, and with a last glance at Nemesis he left to seek his brother and sister. There were things he needed to discuss with them, and plans to be weaved.
She nodded, though she could not help but to be curious to how far Damien would actually take the betrayal. Burke was not welcome, he was a traitor yet she knew of Damien's temper, and if he was anything like her, this would not go down easily. Yet, how far, was her concern. Would chasing the traitor be the very thing to tear them apart? It was certifiably plausible. Yet, if the absence of Burke was what damaged them the most, she vowed not to let it tear them apart. It wouldn't.
As Damien departed, she went her own way. She thought about Kove, where he was now and why had he let Burke slip past him? She knew it was not on purpose; he would not do that but how did a whole family get past a trained Dark Brother? Something about the whole situation seemed odd, and she could not get past it.