Moonspear one

Dragomir had to take a moment to pull a slow breath through his nose. He'd never seen his sister frantic like this before, and it was frankly terrifying to watch her come apart at the seams. She'd always been the strong one, his pillar through everything. It was heartbreaking and painful to watch the same realization he'd come to months ago playing across her features now.

You don't look like her, he said, emphatic as he swept toward her. You look like dad. Just like dad, but with light fur, and it's still darker than hers. Isilmë was too wild a creature to look anything like Aurëwen, he thought. It was easy for him to say. The most he'd inherited from his mother was her soft eyes, ordinary teeth and the silver ticking throughout his pelt. He didn't live in a body that served as a constant reminder of her.

He slowly sat in the snow a mere foot from her, turning pensive eyes to the ice she'd cracked and wondered how she did it without hurting her leg. A question for another time. I asked dad once why they had us if they didn't really want us and he said there wasn't a reason. He said sometimes wolves just... have babies and then grow apart. It's not supposed to mean they don't love us. It says a lot about her and nothing about us that she didn't.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. Hydra says she's just a great pretender and that she's living a lie. Don't you think that's really sad? Her new life isn't even real. He wasn't sad for Aurëwen, but he found it sad how she must craft a life out of lies now. All just to run away from her problems. Aure was, he'd realized, more of a child than he was. Than Isi was. I wanted Hydra to kill her but she said we should kill her power over us instead. She's not family anymore and she'll never be able to undo that. She never deserved us.