Blackfeather Woods Once a year we celebrate

The tone in which he was spoken to sent a discharge of anger down his chest, lighting up a growl that he had to make an effort to keep down. "The way you act makes it hard to notice," said Damien in an angered tone referring to his childish and irreverent behavior.

A scarred lip twitched at Alexander's daring tone, and one step closer was taken by the shadow prince, pressing past the pale boy's comfort zone. "You go when I tell you to go," he stated harshly as a deep scowl grimaced his face. "You need to understand that there is a hierarchy you need to respect, otherwise you will continue to be pushed down until you either learn or get broken." he warned, rolling a menacing growl towards the end of his sentence. Eyes like two shards of ice locked with Xan's own demonic eyes for a moment, emphasizing his dominion over the Inuit boy, but then Damien retreated a few steps back to give the yearling some space.

"Where did you want to go?" asked the dark master then, having mixed feelings about the possibility of the kid's permanent departure.