Phantom Hollow A Shadow's Mirror

Cold gems returned to their wintery ire, resound in their own abraisiveness. His uncle was off his rocker. Had to be. Either that, or he forgot that Cry was not interested in shallow things like sex, or even a mate. Love was garbage,  and why rear your own children when you could just not? It was an expendable thing, children. Mate. Useless for someone as cold as he.

"Whatever." A response more felt than spoken.

And with that, the shadow prince sidappeared back into the forest, navigating with mastery through the brambles of this forest. Back into the light. He had to find her. The pack needed her.
He did not.


[Fin]