Blackfeather Woods hit me up

The first comment bothers him. Even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially himself, Cicero had a hold of him that made him susceptible to most things, included manipulation. But the next thing his brother says makes him furious instantly. "Shut up!" he snaps, growling and baring his teeth at the mention of not getting past winter. That would be devastating, not only for Damien but for the whole of Blackfeather Woods as a pack. The Spiderlings were a vital piece of the pack and without them it was likely to perish... And Damien couldn't imagine the world without his beloved brother.

"You're fine," he corrects, remnants of a growl still lingering in his tone, perhaps taking the comment way too personally. "And you know everything about me so start talking... I know you're hiding something important from me..." he lies, perhaps correctly guessing that it was not the best idea to tell Cicero every little detail. Vicious wolves came in every shape and size, and Damien had learned to not trust anyone -not even family- the hard way.