Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

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His answer was pathetic. How could it be different killing someone for another than killing for yourself? Killing was always the same, always as exciting. At least that's how it was in Damien's inexperience. He would be a Dark Brother one day, he was meant to be, and he would gladly kill histarget come the time. He would be prepared.

Damien tilted his head at the male, confused by his answer. "Why not?" he asked. It was weird hearing that, all the wolves he'd known thus far had been maniacs and no problem with ending a life. Why was Kenneth different? The pup knew that his father Bane had been a Dark Brother before disappearing, and that meant that he had no problem with killing another, even if it was for someone else. Why would his brother be different?

Their conversation was not deep from there. Kenneth was evasive and blunt, and Damien couldn't do much else to get information out of him and gave up eventually. But one thing was clear. Kenneth was his uncle, brother of his biological father, and a clue to why he had been abandoned.