The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

And then she released, her silver eyes bored into him and screamed 'shame on you Zeke, you failure.' He waited until she moved away to stand. His pale eyes returned to their normal angry scowl, and they dripped with hatred. The next time he met this girl, she would be the one begging. And even if she did, there was the question of whether or not he'd feel kind enough to free her. She had let him go to let him live with the humility. But Zeke didn't care about that. He'd rather see a dead enemy than a broken one.

He watched the wraith walk away, a faint limp in her step. He sneered, knowing that though he'd been the one to submit, he'd landed some harsh blows. Then again so had she. When she was out of sight and mind, he turned in an attempt to see the wound on his nape. He couldn't of course turn his head all the way around to get a look, so his snarled in frustration. His scruff would burn and ooze, but hopefully not get infected. His stomach felt like one large bruise, and lying down would be more trouble and it was worth. But he was alive. So he turned and headed back towards his pack. Her laughter in the distance only made him angrier.

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