The Heartwood Fear's got a hold on me

tuwawi's parted words struck like a blow through reamed intestines; lancing and hot -- extracting from the wretch a scarcely stifled moan. kevlyn. his memory seared through her mind with the intensity of a firebrand, and the loss thundered through her gut like some primordial disaster.

but sorrow was quickly replaced with ire, and ire with the impulse to hurt, to damage -- to maim. but caiaphas was not a physical creature -- her talents sat elsewhere. "quid pro quo, bitch." the wretch nearly shrieked, her muzzle heated and words hot against a hoarse throat. "think larus enjoys keeping him company?"

it was not true, this insinuation -- yet caiaphas hope tuwawi believed it. she had housed larus alongside kevlyn, and viewed the golden-faced child as a second son. yet the feral woman before her need not know that or the arrow that panged in her heart for knowing both her sons were long gone from this tumultuous earth.