Larksong Grotto Burn the witch

Hosannah cut him off, and his carribean eyes snapped to her once again. Already, the male was leaning more towards telling this woman to fuck off: if Reek had not been present, he may have. That and, well, he didn't want to get thrown from the pack as soon as he and Aspen started to connect. 
Sure, the spotted male had issues. He knew the bad things he'd done in his life, even felt bad for a lot of it. But no wolf, male or female, would command him to follow. Especially blindly, and in things that simply confused him. Raas? His rage? Daystar? Reek, too, seemed emerced in this crap: would nobody actually explain this shit to him or did he have to do it himself? 
Fully ignoring the female, Charley frowned at Reek.
                "I'll say it again: I have questions before I follow. You know me, Reek, I can't follow anything blindly. Can you just explain what the hell is going on? Redeamer? Faith? Is this a real thing, or something I'm never going to really see?"
He didn't mean real in a bad way, but a physical way. Was this Raas someone he'd be able to meet, one day? The brute knew nothing of religion.