blooding the hounds of hell - round six

Constantine was told to stay back from his father -- the ire of this not lost upon any who might have looked upon the sudden broody teen. His ears splayed back to his skull and his eyes watched with fierce desire to be fully apart of this. But he would not go against Lasher's word, and instead, he crouched slightly, his eyes gleaming as they took in the dance of the hunt.

Teaching dangers came best when speculated, and the brown youth watched in horror as his father was dealt a blow and his body flew through the air as if he held no weight to him -- one of the strongest wolves Constantine knew! The sickening sound of bone snapping stunned him for a moment, and the world seemed to shift to a radio silence. Dante was lunging at the beast who had done this, and Constantine stumbled over to his father's side, his jaws agape. He did not touch the man -- instead, his eyes lifted as they darted about for his mother, willing her to come forward and help him. "Dad," he uttered, uncertain of what to do now. "Don't move.. mom will be here soon."