Blackfeather Woods Black or White, no Gray

For @Potema

Damien was growing weak as the food got rarer, everyone was. He had managed to grab a couple rodents a couple nights ago, but they had not been near enough to sate his growing hunger. And still, he was not the one whose body was suffering the most from the food scarcity. Cicero was dangerously close to death, and it would remain that way if things didn't change soon.

Nemesis and Kove shared Damien's opinion about Burke's handling of the pack in the most recent days, the Beta had confirmed it to him personally; but Damien still needed his sister on his side if he was to succeed on making things right this time. Potema was the priestess of the pack, or at least she was the only one with enough training and knowledge to be, so her support would mean he had the will of the gods on his side. Damien feared that Potema would probably want to be a neutral part on such affairs, especially when Damien's plan was to take the leadership from a long-standing alpha, but his reasons to do so were the right ones, and the dark prince had an honest interest in the pack as he always had.

He looked for the young witch in the tunnels, deep into the main keep where he thought Potema spent most of her time. Damien needed to have a serious conversation with his sister, and he needed it to result in her support. He couldn't afford her to be on Burke's side, nor could his brother.