Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

He gazes upon her softly. “Dear. It’s not an insult. Leader to leader, it’s weak.” He parrots her words. His eyes are not taunting though. “At least where I’m from it is. My pack is very independent. Self reliant. We’re strong enough that we never needed any allies to get what we needed done.” He sighs once more. “It’s a difference of view. Of culture Simmik. Can you truly blame me for that? For my opinion?” Then he addresses her other point. “I say that because it’s true. I cannot make you believe me. I will stay true to myself and you to yourself. I can not control what you think. You probably think I’ve lied and tricked you with just about everything.”

Moving on to Nemisis he shakes his head side to side. “I will have to put her in her place sometime.” Then his eyes light up, almost maliciously. “I enjoy the savagery she caries herself with. Though she needs work on honing her skills, she is a good leader in her own qualities.”

He steps closer to her, eyes never leaving her own. “I have not lied to you. I admitted to being a piece of shit. What else can I do? This is who I am.” His voice is soft. Then the tang of soft anger spills into his tone — betrayal. “I’m a savage. A monster. The devil himself. A harbinger of death. That’s what I’ve been told my whole life — since I was a pup. I grew up like that and I cannot change.” Then he blanks slowly, orange mixing with prideful gold. “But to my pack, to my mother and father, I’m a saint. I will forever be a saint. I will die a horrible, bloody death as a saint. You cannot change this about me.”