Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

They are always burdens. He corrects with a slight hiss in his tone. Perhaps it was because he spent no time in packs, especially around that time of the year when the females were fat and ready to pop, or spent much time at all around children. And so he found them all to be useless until their first birthdays until they were finally able to step into adulthood and be treated like one instead of coddled by adults and swaddled in a life of warmth and comfort. 

He grinned again at her mention of caring for the weakest. Well, that is what they could agree upon. It's a waste of resources if you ask me. Would he even have survived if his mother had the same ideals? If he had a sibling if his father wasn't just some donor? Many would argue Abaddon wasn't quite right, that he wasn't the strongest, that he was sick in some twisted way... and yet here he was, the vampire figured out a way to survive, to thrive in a cold world. He was strong in his own rights. 

Here they remained face to face, inches away from one another's noses. She didn't flinch, and he didn't budge from his threat. I would kill a child for much less my dear. he coos softly, a breath, a loving whisper despite its vicious undertones.