Emberwood be with a boss

colt briggs watched the boy rip and tear with a ferocity that only set him to smiling harder as the flecks of blood grew. when he was a pup, there had been something right wrong and dark settled inside of him.
instead of becoming a killer or beater, colt had become scary good at manipulation, wheedling what he wanted out of someone, ending in cruelty when he felt justified enough.
something right wrong and dark was in this boy too. he could shape it, call it out. 
colt hooted. "get im, marston! tear im up!"