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

She mirrored his aggression, which fueled Charon's anger. He did not see her grief, because he thought that to her, life was just a game where she moved her pretty little pawns. Kevlyn had died in one of those games, apparently, or whatever the cause. Why would he believe her when she vaguely described Kevlyn's killer? It was still her fault if he'd been in her care. Charon wanted to know what she knew, wanted to find out all about what she did to Kevlyn, what she really did. She did not answer his question.

Denial meant yes. She took Kevlyn. And while Kevlyn himself was no more than a vague shell of a wolf, a remnant whose appearance Charon only remembered because Levi sported the exact same coat, in that moment he symbolised Charon's entire life. He symbolised all that Charon had lost in his life.

Pup. He wasn't a pup. "I'm a Beta," Charon snarled through clenched teeth. "And you're going to regret you ever took Kevlyn from us." Charon stepped closer to Blythe, and if she would not back down (by dropping her aggression, moving backwards or turning tail) he would attack once he was close enough to leap at her, trying to aim for her scruff on the side that Atreyu was not on, to try and push her to the ground and make her accept his superiority.