Blackfeather Woods You were both born to be kings

Tenet Two: Never betray the Dark Brotherhood or its secrets. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis. She entered the tense scene just in time, throwing her voice on her brother's side. The priestess was gaunt, though her frame was not as thin as her brother Cicero, who she looked at sadly. He took the brunt of the famine; he was the perfect example of their cause. Burke had funneled away what resources they had to an outsider Did you intend on her being a Dark Sister, or just your own personal whore? She snarled the word like a hex, her sunken eye flashing to look behind Burke into the den. She couldn't see how many were nestled in the curve of Malice's side, but the little whimpers and Burke's protective posturing told her that some had survived the ordeal of birth. Only one positive has come from this: new warriors were born for Mephala and Sithis. She murmured, looking towards Damien knowingly. True, they were helpless and dependent now, but when they outgrew their mother's milk, the children would be pressed into service. All wolves born in these Woods would serve their Gods. But that doesn't excuse these circumstances. You betrayed us, Burke. You let this outsider into our fold in our time of need, taking away from us.