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Their home was faring well since the Cairn children had departed from the shores, and while this should have been something of good news for the inky brute, he found himself feeling ill at the thought of his home falling to the hands of one of the surrounding packs. It did not show on his face, but the thick muscles beneath his pitch cloak seemed to tighten. If the battles were turning internal, there was no need to worry about the packs on the outside of the islands; they would destroy the empire from within. How long before the other Cairn wolves would begin coming to the wilds in search of him? How long would it be before even his own mother came to find the new empire he had created and they attempted to overthrow him? No, Serafiem would not part with Warsaw; not while she was alive. They would have to take her cold body away from those islands.
 
To know that Keto had killed many of her own was a small triumph for the dark brute. Skellige’s own attempt at taking down his sister had been botched, but that did not mean it was difficult to murder family. Nevertheless, he continued to listen to the pale girl as she wove a tale that spoke of tragedy on the sands of their home, and he wondered still if she was a spy sent from the islands in search of him. Forcing himself to cast the image aside, the leviathan peered at her with scrutiny in his gaze. She had hoped that he would give her a better future than Warsaw could. The brute could not deny this was true, but his wariness was enough to hold him back for a moment.
 
Breathing deeply, the great inky brute stepped forward and tilted his head to breathe in the scents that had gathered along the fur of her neck. “We still practice many of the old rituals here, Keto,” he spoke, recalling the name of the young dredge who had fought alongside him. “Our lands will not be too different from those of home, but you would not have to fear for your life if you would obey.” The intensity in which he spoke had been absent for the other recruits, and even his own siblings. This was a wolf who had come to him without the tug of blood relation to pull her, and she had hoped that he could give her something better than she had had before. Skellige would not disappoint her, but Keto would need to know that the wolves of Blackrock Depths would be just a vile as those of Warsaw.