Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

Patient was Damien through the wait, knowing that this was not his kingdom anymore. It was home, yes, but now someone else was most likely on command and he knew well enough to respect that now. But the wait wasn't so long after all, and soon enough Damien found himself facing a nervous creature as she emerged from the shadows.

It took Damien a moment to recognize her, and the effort to do so helped his indifference towards the other wraith witnessing the encounter. Damien squints as the image becomes clearer and while a name never comes, the spider prince recognizes the woman's figure slinking behind Cicero from time to time. It was incredible for how long she'd been with the pack and yet Damien had never paid enough attention to even know who she was to his brother.

Do you know who I am? he asked calmly, hoping it would be a different story for her. Damien had been Dark Master after all, easier to notice. Should it be otherwise, then he would have to take the time to explain the who, the why, the where... It was not a story he was keen on divulging just yet.