Blackfoot Forest settle down, set it right

She had half expected the boy to simply run off like the coward that he was, but instead he paused, body rigid as for a moment he stared straight ahead. Maybe he would still run. But obediently he turned, and her breath hitched for a second at the sight of his familiar emerald gaze, before her own eyes quickly trailed down his dark form. He was less broad than before, slimmer; Hydra had told her of the reason why.

She wouldn't lie, there had been a sense of smug satisfaction at the news but she still felt a sort of possessiveness over the dark boy; like if she couldn't have him, no-one else could — but apparently someone had. After the initial shock and rage had worn off, Lyra grew curious about his estranged wife and children. Were the pups weak like their father? His wife spineless like their Alpha?

"Hydra told me you're a father now," she said, head tilting slightly to one side. Her tone was soft, sure, and even, but with a sort of malice she couldn't hold back. He had left without a word, so why was she giving him the pleasure of speaking to him now? "Congratulations." She let the toneless word hang in the air, blue eyes boring into the man who once, maybe, she had felt something for.