Firefly Glen [PHE] the type that makes me feel old

sobeille! val's face fell in dismay as he followed chacal, his breath stolen by the disarray he found swiftcurrent's camp in.

firstly, three young girls, nearly all grievously wounded. and though his heart leapt in his chest to see one of sapphique's daughters under the press of a stranger's fangs, val stilled his urge to fly at him.

for he knew -- as he had always known -- that this was all likely sobeille's own doing, and this man was just another father come to rescue his daughters.

from his own.

val's stomach twisted with worry as kukutux directed each of them. etienne and kukutux hurried between girls, the first seemingly nonresponsive. this horrified val, and as he looked to sobeille being whisked away, he hoped it could not possibly be true.

this feeling had come to him twice before, and though he could not put a name to it he knew he had felt this deeply the day cayetano had been found dead.

pushing that thought deep down out of fear of breathing life into it, val slid besides etienne. tell me what you need me to do. he said softly, concerned gaze resting on the remaining girl with blood oozing around her in an ominous garland of red.