Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

It was ironic how things went sometimes, how life played out...  Here be the boy, told of his witch mother he was created within her from a deal. A deal made with the devil himself. And he, the cursed son. Now Hemlocke trembles, looking upon this large man he had sought out. Like no wolf he had ever seen before in his life as he was part dog, yet bigger then any trueblood wolf he knew. And he himself was a half blood truly which he did not know. His fallen angel and Hemlocke, the hellhound. Lucifer remade and Hemlocke, the pet. 

The sentinels still stood close, waiting. This could have been the best decision or worst decision the shadow had ever made. 

He watches as a smirk plays to the corners of the stripped man's lips. Watches as he shakes his head and gestures to himself. Despite being a half breed in a world of wolves, he had risen above it, risen to be their leader. But Hemlocke shakes his head and frowns. It not just appearances... He murmurs. His appearance was only a reflection of what was within. If he embraced it? Well, that would mean a cruel and devious being. Evil in itself and Hemlocke didnt want that. Even this lot here, as rough as they were, lived by a code. They protected one another, trusted one another, were their own family. True evil had no such code. 

But Donovan wouldnt understand...how could he? Its, its different...my mother... He frowns deeper, dark red eyes side glancing to the other two wolves standing there. They would make fun of him. Donovan might even. Would they even believe? Did any of them even believe in the Gods? He gulps hard, devilishly pointed ears flattening and even his eyes tighten closed as he waited out the condescending snickers. My mother was a witch. She did something, made a deal with someone, and then suddenly became pregnant, with me. Vague but, maybe he would get the point across.