Ravensblood Forest Just Give Me A Reason, Just A Little Bits Enough

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Arturo's muscles tensed when he felt Chusi press herself against him with a soft sob. His hackles bristled against his spine, if his looks could cut his gaze would be cutting Zephyr. Chusi's reaction only reaffirmed Arturo's belief that he was right in making his threat. Any wolf that was willing to hurt another over and over didn't deserve their love. He had came with apologizes, had spoke that he hadn't meant to hurt her and yet here he was fucking hurting her. Directly. Arturo had a hard time believing that this wasn't intentional. Perhaps it hadn't been intentional the first time but any beast truly sorry wouldn't be so eager to slap her in the face and hurt her further. If not for the fact that he had just given his word the coywolf would have loved nothing more than to chase the bastard from his lands for this. It was grounds for it. Teaghlaigh was family and Zephyr's slight to Chusi was a slight to Arturo and every single one of The Family. That was how their family worked.

It was obvious to Arturo that the male was ignoring him. Mistake. Ignoring Arturo Fearghal was not a good idea. His threats were not empty: he meant them. They were promises and Arturo, a man of his word, kept his promises. “I don't pity you,” Arturo corrected Zephyr, his lip curling back at the word. In truth, Arturo couldn't care less what Zephyr had or didn't have. Any pity he might have felt had long since burned away to ash with the way he treated Chusi. “The only reason you're still standing there is because I gave her my word that she would make the decision.” Arturo didn't think he deserved the third chance since he had thrown her second chance back in her face and if not for his own intervention there was little doubt in the gangster's mind that Zephyr would have walked.

Arturo supposed he should have been more sympathetic. It wasn't easy being a father, and he doubted that Zephyr had any children of his own. There had been no manual for it and Arturo hadn't had anyone's wisdom to go off of. It had been all trial and error with his first litter. A very large part of Arturo hoped that Chusi would tell him to get lost, but that was because he no longer though Zephyr deserved her kindness. Despite his own selfish wishes he would respect what she decided, as they'd established. One step at a time, he reminded himself, fixing his ward in his burning gaze from the corner of his eye. Her fur had tear streaks and his heart clenched with pain that she was hurting. A low growl rumbled in his chest but he would not back out on his decision. The ball was, once more, in Chusi's court and as much as Arturo suddenly wanted to shield her from all of this he understood that, in the end, it would help her to either make her amends or make her peace with the man before them.

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