Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

Charon saw the grief pass over Blythe's face, and he wondered if it was another trick of the mind, or if it was really true. In a way, he liked to see her suffer. She deserved all of it. If Kevlyn's passing caused her grief, well, she deserved all of it. He didn't know what she had done to take Kevlyn away from them, but it had to be something. If not, she wouldn't have lied to him in the first place. Charon's ear flicked back as he noticed Atreyu, which caused him to feel even stronger and angrier.

Killed by a red bitch. Charon felt his gut churn at the thought of Kevlyn's death, even though he didn't really know his brother, and wasn't as deeply tied to him as Levi. He decided instantly that he'd refrain from telling Levi anything about this; he didn't need to know Kev was dead, heck, he didn't need to be reminded of Kevlyn at all, ever.

"How do I know you're not lying again, Blythe?" Charon asked, his eyes narrowing as he threw away whatever smithereen of sympathy he might've felt for Blythe. "If that's even your real name, you fucked up bitch. Did you take him?" The young Beta wrinkled his nose, tail curling over his back and he felt his hackles raise in irritation. "Did you take him from us?" he repeated in a low growl, and he bared his teeth, feeling strong knowing that Atreyu was right behind him. All of the misery of Charon's life -- his father and mother's death, Liyaní's death, Kevlyn's, all of it -- he projected upon Blythe in that moment, as if she was the sole cause to all of it.