Blackfeather Woods Black or White, no Gray

Damien was starting to feel his head throbbing over his own conflictive thoughts running back and forth in his mind. He had not the patience to deal with stressful situations like this, which would probably be his downfall at some point if he managed to snatch the leadership of the pack in the end. Potema and Cicero could do that for him, though, and he would trust them to make the right choice.

"Fine," he snapped, mostly at himself, "They will live, and they will be raised like ourselves. You make sure of that," he instructed. This was in fact a decision that would contradict Damien's reasoning to claim the throne, or at least the argument that sparked the oncoming uprising, but Damien felt already confident enough to turn back down.

"Say you're with me," Damien required, feeling it was the one thing he needed to go on with the plan. With his sister beside him there was nothing stopping him. Cicero was unsure, but Damien had the feeling that his brother would not be able to turn his back on him. There was no stopping this.