Blackfeather Woods silence & I

Burke had earned his position in the Brotherhood through hard work and loyalty , just like everyone else in the pack fell in place according to their merits. That was how things had always worked in Blackfeather Woods, or at least ever since Damien has use of memory. Damien himself had worked on trades, studied what needed to be known and worked his ass off just to earn enough respect to be marked as a Dark one, and he hadn't yet seen that pay off. Same went to Nemesis, who had not only earned her mark, but had worked her way up to leadership, and yet she had not been granted the freedom to breed with her equally-respectable mate. Malice, however, was an outsider, alien to the culture that ruled Blackfeather Woods, and former Alpha of a rival pack, aside from having caused tension among the wolves of Blackfeather Woods and she had somehow earned the right to sleep in the Alpha's den and carry his offspring while the rest of the pack tends to her needs in a difficult time. It was unbelievable that Burke did not see those facts and was blinded by this 'happiness' he'd somehow managed to find beside that bitch. Neither Damien, nor any wolf member of the pack deserved such disrespect.

Nemesis asked what Damien's plans were, and the young shadow's eyes sought her own cold stare. There was not a plan yet, but both of them were smart enough to see where the whole deal was headed. It made the dark prince wonder. How could Burke not see it coming? But most importantly, if Nemesis had seen it coming, why had she sought Damien out, and not carry on with the logical course herself?

"My mother trusted you like she didn't any other female in this pack. She had you in high regards, you know..." stated Damien, and paused for a second to read the female's eyes. "Do you trust me, Nemesis?" he asked, then. Although it might not be obvious, the young shadow had always respected the female. She was his biggest, and possibly only rival in his aspirations to lead Blackfeather Woods. In some way Damien admired Nemesis' determination, without mentioning that he trusted her loyalty was true to the Brotherhood. If Nemesis did trust him, even if only because she knew that preserving the pack's morals and interests were Damien's priority, then together, with the support of those still true to the Brotherhood, could make of Blackfeather Woods what it was always supposed to be.