Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

The boys were playing a dangerous game, but, despite this, Atshen was along for the ride. His eyes danced as words there exchanged, none of which appeased him. What did keep his attention was the reactions that followed the words. He watched on carefully, his eyes tracing the other’s shift in expressions and emotions as words were thrown around the chamber.
As Liri pressed forward, the child stood rigid at his brother’s side, his eyes burning into the others at this point. A low growl began to bubble in his throat and despite his growing anger, he resisted the urge to lunge. In this he fantasized about the moment that he would launch himself forward, grab a hold of the other’s flesh and rip in. He craved her blood and he was certain, in due time, that he would get his just desserts.

His eyes shifted back to his brother, his eyes glowing. His dark lips slid to reveal his rows of baby fangs, as if to suggest to his brother that it was time to shut this woman up. But, he waited still, waiting for their opportune moment to strike.