Blackfeather Woods Black or White, no Gray

Potema turned, slightly startled at the sound of her brother. She put down the herbs in her mouth and faced Damien directly. From the look on his face, she knew exactly what he wanted. The tension in the Woods had only grown from the day she had re-returned. Malice, Burke's whore. She had caused all of this; draining resources away from the Brotherhood, to create the Brotherhood's future. Damn, these contradictions. Then speak, brother. There was no dilly-dallying here. This was a conversation that would dictate the course of their Brotherhood.