Stone Circle a hero

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The father had heard the call, familiar as if it was the beating of his heart.

He wanted to heed it, to answer it with his own—but resentment was a frigid witch, settled and unmelted in his lungs. Taking space and refusing to give room to warmth.

His own son;  his own flesh and blood—the byproduct of his union with Valette, had turned him away and ran off to pursue a life of his own without so much as a goodbye to his family. Greyback saw it as cowardice, as immoral, and grieving the loss of his son's treachery he refused to go down there by the border and talk. There was no need to, he had given his peace to his boy once before at the borders of Yuelong.

Now he stood, like a statue on the ridge overlooking the meadow, and like a stone himself, he stared down at the boy with a heavy cold gaze. One that spoke volumes to his disappointment. He hoped that Newt would see. To fell guilty for what he had done. Valette had already arrived, no doubt talking and begging his son to come home. He watched as her excitement faded to unease, and it wasn't long until he smelt her distress.

He snorted.

He did not raise his son to be like this.