Bearclaw Valley Pack your bags.

When Scarlett answered him, he listened, taking in each word. He couldn’t help but smirk inwardly at the idea of Raziel having passed away. He had not disliked the Roman, at first, but the way he’d acted after the pale one’s return home was less than desirable. It was almost as if he was the only one in the valley that actually cared about his family. His blood family. Of course, he had had his children at the time, but they’d yet to be born back then, and he was confident both them and Scarlett were in safe hands—which had proven to be correct, he learned, back when he’d first gotten back. When she spoke of his “assassin gang”, his calm expression wavered. The man's eyes narrowed, briefly, before he’d taken notice to the action and adjusted himself. “The ‘gang’ you speak of is anything but,” he informed her. “It is a family, and family does not turn one another away.” Not that you’d know about that. The latter part he didn't say, and was slightly taken aback by himself and the fact that such a thought would pass through his mind. He had held feelings for the woman before him, once, and the mention of her family life prior to Teekon was the lowest of the low blows.
 
As quickly as his silent regret had come, however, it was gone. One statement alone, and he became void of any emotions he’d ever felt towards her. He pushed the memories of the past to the back of his mind, locking them away. This time, he actually allowed for his gaze to narrow into a glare. “They aren’t,” he stated, voice taking on a cold tone. “They’re my children, too, and I won’t let you take them away from me. If they want to go with you, then that’s their decision, but you aren’t just going to steal them away.” As much as the idea of being away from his kids pained him, he wouldn’t force them to do anything they didn’t want to do.