Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

There it was again, the sorrow in her voice, the pain in her eyes... The pain in his eyes...

Her words cut like hot knives as she went, pushing Damien backwards as the madness in her voice filled the air. How could he just stand there and watch, why didn't he lash out in return, why couldn't he simply reprimand her for her boldness... Were it another one, anybody, Damien would have taken their tongue for talking to him in such a disrespectful manner... But this time he simply didn't.

She asked answers to which he didn't really have an answer. Perhaps he did, but none would please her or himself the way they both needed. His one drive to come back had been his blood, his family, to protect them; but somehow Nyx wasn't excluded from that fold.

"I don't know..." he repeated, his throat made a full sailor knot by now. "This is my pack... I do not need to reclaim my throne because I never lost it." he stated, still oblivious to the fact that Nemesis was flaunting his title around town. But his words were a decoy to divert the attention from his-their pain. Damien was feeling cornered by Astrid's demands, but he did not know how to meet them.