The Heartwood of ash and silence

Shit. It wasn’t the irritation that set Cry off- no, the man could drown in the Voidwith him and his little vex. No, what threw off the Phantom was the man’s title. And Cry had flashed too much of his card to the man. His tone wasn’t kind nor had he described his knowledge. He kept things close to him until he knew who was on who’s side-
would this guy come after him should he find Cry attempting to kill one of the ex members of his pack?

Well nothing spoke louder than honesty. Either do or die.

”Slade.” Assassins never spoke the name on a contract lest it was with the dealer- considering he himself was the dealer, no one should have known. But how this man talked of his own old pack, Cry pushed his own embranded standards down a bit. “I was almost inducted, but I chose not to.” It was true; Slade had brought Cry into the forest repeatedly and showed him enough to make him near one of them. He was taught some of the packs doctrines and religions, but he hadn’t been christened with the mark of the Brotherhood, as he wasn’t one of them.