Running --Roan;Ezzie?))

[[Midnight]]

Tell me what you're running from.
She said, "Everything and everyone."

Justyn really didn't want to find anyone out here tonight, but he knew that, as his paws took him deeper into No Man's Land, that he was desperate for someone to talk to. Someone who had the answers to the questions Justyn had. He felt he had no unbiased wolf to talk to. Who was there who was old enough to know the original Dancing Stars, but who hadn't run away from the truth? Why had no one ever told Justyn about the old days? Did the Stars still know he was alive? Did any of them miss him at all?

He stopped short and felt frustration building up until it released in the form of a sudden sprint. He was running for nowhere, just venting some unreleased anger from the day. Maybe he should go back to the Stars land for a bit, see if they'd accept him back with loving arms. Maybe he could start a mutiny, and turn the Stars against the Moons. He knew now what Duke felt about another war; he was afraid of it. He wouldn't expect Alpha Justyn leading the Dancing Stars and taking over the entire valley!

The thrill of the idea almost made him feel as if he had gone mad. His nostrils flared and his eyes were wide, a sicklike glint in them. There was momentary glee in his pawsteps.

Then Justyn's pace started to slow and he felt overheated and terribly thirsty, almost ill to his stomach. Did he have a fever? Even his pawpads felt like they were burning.

Panting heavily, Justyn plopped to the rocky ground beneath him, having not even the energy to scan the territory for signs of an enemy. He just felt delusional, to be frank. His previous thought had disturbed him.

Was he getting power hungry? Or was he trying to run away from everything by venting all his hatred onto Duke?

Tell me what you're running from,
ohh what you're running from.

[arbie]

He had ran almost all day. He had ran when he was hunting; he had ran when he was frustrated; he had ran when he felt the burst of energy he needed. He ran when he knew he would get no sleep. There was something rumbling at the pit of his stomach, it had been there since this morning. He couldn’t make it go away, even when he attempted to converse with others. It was like he was waiting for something to happen, or perhaps he wanted to make something happen. But what could he want to do? Was it something to do with Pembe? No. The thought of her riled nothing.

Roan stopped, feeling his leg ache He sat down, wincing and looking at it. He wished the pain would leave him. He leaned down and licked it a few times, as if to try and calm the burning pain, but sat back straight when he heard a bird caw and fly off into the moonlight. His ears swivelled and twitched as he watched it disappear into the darkness. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and vulnerable. His leg was too sore to run properly, and he wasn’t sure what kind of loners lurked around nowadays. Hopefully none like Comatose or Caerwyn, which he doubted. Neither made it from the earthquake, thank the stars.

He finally got to his feet and began to walk on, attempting to disguise his limp with his slow pace. However he could hear panting and he figured his scent was being blown a different way, as he only just caught the wolf’s scent with a very faint gust of wind. It was Falling Moon. His heart sank and he looked round, searching for the wolf, yet in the dark he could see no one. Was he being hunted down? Of course he would be caught like this just before his pups were born.

But then he spotted him: a dark wolf in the moonlight. As Roan attempted to avoid the Falling Moon, but still keep his eyes on him cautiously, he realised he recognised him. Justyn. It was at that point the decided to try and approach him instead, though he was nervous and was deciding against it. He was perhaps already in the wolf’s view, though he hoped he could quickly turn and retreat, which is what he then attempted to do.

[[Midnight]]

Justyn was calming down now. The temperature was dropping as the day neared its end, and though he still felt somewhat sickly, he was ready to move on and perhaps go back to the Moons dens, where he could catnap.

He was upset with himself for having thought up such stupid fantasies. Duke was right, deep down he did need to choose sides. From a physical standpoint, he was on neither side; he would fight, only for individuals. Rose. Her pups. Fallon, if their relationship survived its rocky road. And maybe Esmerelda, if they could manage to have a relationship at all. In his heart, though, perhaps things were different. He knew he wouldn't feel remorse if the pack he was in suddenly collapsed. He felt no real attachment to them, maybe because he wasn't bad at the core, and had more morals than Duke. Or maybe it was because he didn't feel as if he'd ever be accepted there. Justyn didn't think he'd ever know what pack he supported. But in the end, he knew that his loyalties lay with his only family member. That was his promise made long ago.

Forget the rest of them. I'm your family now.

He stood up, feeling calmer than he had in a while. Well, he hadn't met any loners, he realized as he started to pad forward. That was a crushing blow, as he was hoping to find someone to talk to.
So when his eyes looked up, he froze in place and the fur on his neck instantly bristled.

It was a stranger.
No, that's a familiar face.. It was Roan, his father's brother.

As he sat back on his rump and stared at the figure starting to turn back the way he came, Justyn wondered if his cries had been answered. He honestly knew little about Roan, except that Midnight had loved him like a brother, and he was Caerwyn's brother. Was he older, younger? What did he think of Caerwyn? What did he know about the Dancing Stars and its history?

But Roan was already walking away. Justyn felt disappointment, then slight irritation. The poor guy had probably smelled his scent, reeking of the evil side, so Justyn tried to be understanding as he stood up and ran towards his uncle, in a wide circle. He didn't stop until he had rounded him entirely and was standing a few feet in front of him.

He sat back on his rump and just watched the Stars wolf for a long moment, a puzzling expression on his face. Then he decided to speak.

"Uncle Roan, you aren't afraid of me, are you?"

There was a toothy smile on his face.

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Although Esmerelda was planning on joining the Dancing Stars, for Bion, for them to be together, she still roamed No Man's Land probably more than she should. Her jade eyes were actually quite attached to the lifestyle now, the coming and going; the No Man's Land that she'd come to know was safe and independent. She knew she should not feel guilty for still being here, but she did... She tried to shake it off, tawny fur expelling dust as she physically shook it out.

She continued to walk in the cool evening air, making her way carefully down the slope of the Outlands. She'd seen various loners all day, but they pretty much kept to themselves, which she liked. She knew all of the quiet spots, avoiding the loose rubble as she meandered down the mountain. A small smile played on her face. She wondered if she and Bion would have pups, but she was almost sure they would. They had to ask Caden's permission first. And she still had to join the pack. What was holding her back? Why didn't she just go? Now. I'll go and do it now, she told herself suddenly, and just as she went to turn and run- something caught her eye.

She immediately lowered herself, hiding behind some of the sparse brush of the Outlands. Peeking carefully, she inhaled. Both Stars and Moons. Was there a fight? It was awfully quiet if there was, so there can't have been. Two figures... one lighter brown and one dark...

"Uncle Roan, you aren't afraid of me, are you?"

Although already still, Esmerelda froze. She felt the wind changing around her, blustering, and she hoped that they would not catch her scent. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this yet. She'd pushed her last meeting with Justyn firmly from her mind, refusing to let him get her down. Roan she would soon be living with, but Justyn was the one stopping her here. She remained low behind a bush, listening, wondering how and when to make an escape.

[arbie]

He could hear Justyn approaching, and as soon as the paw steps echoed in his ear, he knew he didn’t have a choice anymore. Justyn was soon circling him, and his heart began to race. How different was Justyn since their last vague meeting? He eyed him carefully, stopping and watching. He was no fighter, and so he sat down carefully, though all muscles were tensed. At this point Roan didn’t care how obvious it was. He was never good at hiding his fear. He never took his eyes off Justyn, wondering what exactly he was planning. There were no other scents of Falling Moons, so it wasn’t a trap (an evident one, at least).

Then Justyn sat, and Roan relaxed considerably. How much had Falling Moon changed him? What sort of influence was Duke really on the poor wolf? Justyn didn’t deserve that sort of childhood. He deserved to live in the Dancing Stars, a pack that truly cared for him and his origins. The pack Justyn really deserved. But this seemed to be the path he took. Whether he didn’t return in fear of Duke or other reasons, Roan didn’t want to think. It made his heart sink.

And then there was the question. It wasn’t the first thing he expected to come out of Justyn’s mouth, and so wasn’t prepared. He stared at the younger wolf, studying his expression. A nice smile he held, however it did remind him of Caerwyn. Was Justyn going to be like Caerwyn? It was certainly genetics, however Xaka wasn’t a crazed lunatic, and he died much older than Caerwyn. He then took in a breath, thinking over his words in his head before speaking them.

“Justyn, you’re the Beta of Falling Moon.” his look was stern, but it slowly melted away to sorrow and questioning, “Shouldn’t I?”

Roan was too wrapped up in Justyn’s question and their conversation to realise there was someone listening in. She went unnoticed for Roan, unfortunately for him; he would have been happy to see Esmerelda. At least he trusted her more than he trusted the wolf in front of him.

[[Midnight]]

This was the moment Justyn had been thinking about for close to two years now. He had always asked himself, What would your family say about you? And now, here he was, staring his uncle in the eye and listening to his lecturing statement, and then the sorrow-filled question. But it wasn't as heart-breaking as Justyn always imagined it to be. In fact, he felt something close to pride as he lifted his chin high.

"What am I, a monster? Am I an unstoppable beast? Am I Duke?" he commanded, his face hard but overflowing with passion for things he didn't realize he wanted to say so badly. "Because Duke is the one everyone seems to be afraid of. Well, I'm not any of those things, if you'd care to know."

He snorted and looked away for a moment, also currently oblivious to Esmerelda's prescence.

"Maybe I was in the beginning, but I just chose to deal with the loss using my anger, not my sorrow. Now here I am in Falling Moon, still alive, and I'm living for the wolves I love."

His heart didn't lie with the Stars pack anymore. That's what he was admitting. Whether or not uncle Roan wanted to accept that was up to him, but Justyn was unafraid of the consequences. It was probably impossible for someone like him to understand; these biased wolves were all full of prejudice for one another, and Roan likely thought of all the Moons wolves as mindless monsters craving the blood of another. Roan didn't know Rose, or Fallon. Two wolves that were beautiful people, inside their hearts.

"Does that sound any different than a Dancing Star?" he asked, feeling calmer with the above out of his system. His question was serious but asked in a reasoning manner.

After this introduction, Justyn hoped to win Roan's favor. He needed this conversation, he just needed it, to finally move on.

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Esmerelda listened carefully from her hiding place. It sounded as if they hadn't yet noticed she was there. She wondered whether to reveal herself, as she listened to Roan's fair comment, and Justyn's defensive reply. She felt a small tear escape her eye at Justyn's harsh words, the pride thick in his voice. To be under Duke's reign? Why would he be proud of that?

She lifted her tawny head and stared her emerald eyes at him. They bore into his back, almost willing him to turn around and notice her. Roan looked different here, beside Justyn, and although relaxed he did not look happy. Es frowned.

She opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't sure what to say. Who was he? She didn't know, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. It was like Justyn had chosen the one thing that he knew would alienate him from the rest of his family. And he loved new wolves now? She swallowed hard. She wondered if he'd fallen in love, or had a new wolf that he treated like a sister. She wondered if he'd even care. She tried to speak again but could make no words come out. Her eyes reached out desperately to Roan.

[arbie]

Roan felt his heart ache. He looked at Justyn, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“You’re nothing like Duke, and you never will be.” he stated firmly, “Not with Dancing Star blood. You had better not even hope of becoming like that monster, Justyn. If you did, then I would truly fear you. I would despise you as much as the Alpha himself, too.”

The words were strong, and Roan was almost surprised. But he kept his hard look. He didn’t enjoy the mention of Duke in any situation, but with a conversation like this, it could only be bad. He didn’t want to speak with Justyn, especially not when he was cornering him about his feelings. How could he not even be wary around him? He had consciously joined Falling Moon and somehow became their Beta. There was nothing to be proud of in that, and Roan was almost ashamed of calling him his nephew.

He sighed, thinking over Justyn’s other words. He had found wolves to love. He looked at Justyn sadly, his dark eyes hoping to look straight into Justyn’s. To see if he could find anything familiar.

“It does not.” he admitted, “But if you have found those to love, then why come to me? Find comfort in them. I don’t want to let you in my life, just to have you tear it apart because of your position.”

He paused.

“And I don’t want you to get into trouble either.” he added finally, “Duke would probably be furious if you talked to me any more than you do now. For some reason, you worked for your position as Beta of that pack. It would be a waste to lose it.”

Roan finally looked Justyn over, though his eyes caught something in the distance. Glinting colours against the moonlight, and he recognised that it was another wolf. He tried not to tense up or make it obvious he had spotted her, though he kept his eyes locked on Esmerelda’s and he then looked at Justyn. He stayed silent for a moment, sighing heavily.

“Falling Moon and Dancing Stars are too different, Justyn. I don’t know what you really want, but it would be too difficult to keep up a relationship with your family and your friends when they are in each pack.” he said quietly. Regrettably. He felt bad for his statement earlier on, however honest it was.

[[Midnight]]

Roan was actually very agreeable. His words were even and honest and what Justyn knew was truth. Still it wasn't at all what he expected. Respect for Roan was suddenly increasing. He felt an inner calm slow the beat of his heart and let his ears relax. His uncle had a lot to say, and Justyn listened to it without interrupting.

For a moment he had caught the flicker of Roan's eyes, his attention momentarily diverted. Justyn felt strong irritation; someone was listening in on the conversation. He would turn around to see who it was, but judging by Roan's lack of alarm and how he turned his eyes and head back to Justyn, the Falling Moon Beta assumed it was another Dancing Star. He would turn to confront them after he had said what he needed to say. No one was stopping him now. To let them know he knew they existed, he flicked his ears backwards and raised his tail as high as it could go; then let them all fall.

"If I ever became anything like Duke, I'd do the honor of killing myself. I have no feelings of affection towards the brute. I simply followed him to this valley to survive, and I was strong enough to make it up to Beta rank."

He narrowed his eyes, but in their hazel depths there was brave compassion.

"If I wasn't Beta, some other ambitious Moons wolf would be. In a way, I'm a protection to your family. Maybe I was the pack's sacrifice, to get a paw in the heart of enemy territory. ...An interesting theory that I don't really believe."

He did not offer any elaborations on the statement of protection. Essentially he was saying that though he wasn't on Roan's side, he had no intention of letting them come to harm. His previous conversation with Duke had been to feel him out; and perhaps to gain Duke's trust. Justyn had gained a lot from the short and heated chat; granted, he had gambled with everyone's lives. But no one had to know that and no one ever would. He'd carry that burden alone.

"I don't have to be in your life if that's what you wish. Truthfully," he began, stretching his body out in front of his and laying on his belly, meanwhile hoping that his ease would insult the eavesdropping character behind. "I just want to know a bit about the past. You are Caerwyn's brother, Xaka's son."

Justyn was not personally aware that Roan was not fully of his blood. Still, he continued, "You were alive when the Moons took over. I know little about my history and I just want answers."

He looked expectantly at Roan and wondered if he was being too vague in his request for knowlege. But he was interested in seeing where Roan would start. What part of Stars history was the turning point? What moment was most prevalent in Roan's memory?

It was then that Justyn took a moment to turn his head and look behind.
"Maybe your friend could help me too," he said, unable to recognize his sister in the thick darkness. He made eye contact but it didn't connect with him.

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"Can't help you if you won't help yourself."

The words escaped Esmerelda's black lips so quickly, she even surprised herself. Listening to Justyn, she wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or interested. He had moved on in a completely different way. Being the Beta of a pack that he hated the Alpha of? It was common enough, but certainly a precarious position to be in.

She took a deep breath, having had enough of hiding in the shadows. She stepped forwards carefully, emerald eyes glinting as she made her way towards the two males. She dipped her head at Roan, affecti0nately, but kept a fair distance from Justyn. She no longer knew who he was, and wasn't sure if she wanted to.

"Don't even recognise me, then?" she spoke softly, sadly. She knew she'd grown up a bit since their last meeting, but nothing nearly so drastic. It must just be the darkness, but the hurt was clear in her voice. Still, she told herself to be strong, thinking of her mother. Her heart throbbed uncomfortably but her face returned to an expression of calm distance. She would listen to what he had to say, but she calmed herself by remembering that she could walk away at any time and never treat him like family again. After all, isn't that what he had done?

[arbie]

Roan stared in Justyn in awe. He couldn’t understand what he was hearing, and continued to stare at Justyn. He didn’t feel hatred rumble in his stomach anymore, he just felt confusion and irritating at the most. Justyn was going down all the wrong paths and he didn’t even understand the consequences. He didn’t understand what he was doing to himself. He was blind to the real problems and the real solution.

He waited for Justyn to finish. So he just wanted to use Roan, that was great. Not unusual, however. He knew he was good for information so he wasn’t surprised that he would come to him. Roan couldn’t think of anyone else that Justyn could turn to without being attacked, anyway. Dancing Stars were overly bitter about Falling Moon, really. But Roan would never voice that opinion. He felt like a traitor for just thinking it most of the time.

As Esmerelda approached, Roan nodded politely to her, and then looked back at Justyn. He sighed under his breath again and his shoulders sagged a little more, looking back at his half nephew. Esmerelda could hold her own and knew she was welcome, at least in Roan’s eyes. There was no reason for introductions.

“Answers? I can try.” he said quietly, not wanting to make any effort for him, “But as for your theory… It’s wrong. Duke won’t listen to you. Duke doesn’t listen to anyone, perhaps excluding his closest daughter and mate. But he probably hates you. He probably can’t stand you. He goes by the saying ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ just as much as you do, however, he has the upper hand in that he has more friends than you will in that pack.”

He just wanted Justyn to be careful.

[[Midnight]]

Justyn scowled at Esmerelda's thoughtless comment. He tried to control his anger; he was getting better at that these days. So he was able to hold back his stinging reply: You are an idiot. Both Roan and Esmerelda seemed determined to let Justyn know that he was a worthless being, unwanted by his family. He had hoped he could try make them understand why he lived in Falling Moon, but apparently his choice to live had been an unforgivable sin. Perhaps they'd both rather see him dead than even somewhat happy, because that meant they had to overcome prejudice to look into the eyes of Falling Moon.

For split second, he had almost decided to turn and walk away. Forget about asking any of these dim-witted fools who couldn't see beyond their own noses. But Roan had started speaking again. Justyn began to consider his words with utmost caution. Again, he didn't seem to totally agree with them. His tail wrapped around a leg as he shifted.

"What am I? Stupid?" he mumbled, shaking his head. "I know all of that, but--" he cut himself short, once again trying to stay clear of insults that would only cause these wolves to walk away, forever. In reality, Justyn didn't want that. He may have said that it was okay just moments before, but really the truth of it stung.

"I just want to hear the stories about Duke's uprising. I had never known that he originated in Dancing Stars."

He glanced at his sister, wondering if she had known. If she did, he wouldn't understand how. It wasn't as if Midnight had ever had the time to talk about Duke's history, or the history of the Stars. She was too busy leading it all alone in a time of crisis, when Caerwyn was running around the valley killing other creatures. He stared thoughtfully at the both of them for a moment. How had they survived the earthquake? What was it like for them on their journey here? For Justyn, it was a struggle, for he had no help but Duke's.

"You know, I was with my mother during the earthquake. She saved my life by shielding me. I wandered for days, starving to death. I would have died if I didn't follow Duke." He took a moment to shake himself, sending a chunk of fur soaring through the air. His next comment was a question pointed at them, in a way. "I wonder if my mother would be happy to know that I survived thanks to her, even it if meant growing up in Falling Moon."

His eyes flickered to his sister, who shared the same mother, wondering if she ever missed Midnight. Surely Justyn couldn't be worse than Esmerelda, she didn't go back to take her mother's place, she didn't go back and support her birth pack. She abandoned them out of will; Justyn was guided more by fate. But, he wouldn't throw open accusations at her like their last encounter. He wanted to have a sibling again.

"I don't like Duke in the least, but he won't be alive for many more seasons. The pack will change once he's gone, he and his mate," he muttered darkly, though the spark of fire in his eyes spoke of hope.

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Esmerelda could handle the hostility, the abandonment, the detachment of all of Justyn's words and body language. But what she found difficult to handle, as it dawned on her like a slow-rising sunrise, was how utterly selfish Justyn had become. And how obsessed with Duke. That was the problem with the Falling Moons, and with Duke. No matter how much they hated him, eventually they all became obsessed with him. Her expression grew colder and colder as Justyn spoke of their mother. It was all him, him, him. When was the last time he asked someone else how they were? What they thought? When had his only family left become simply storytellers to fuel his latest obsession?

She hated this. She despised feeling this way, being forced to remember, realising how much her brother had changed. And into this kind of wolf. She hated to feel anger and hurt, that's why she always ran away. She wasn't sure whether to cry or sink her teeth into his throat. She inhaled one large, heavy breath, silently trying to pull herself together, but the hate was becoming apparent in her suddenly poisonous green eyes.

"It's so nice to know that mum was there for you, really," she found herself saying. Her tone was completely under control, strangely enough. She didn't even sound spiteful, despite what she felt. "I'm sure she would be really, truly proud to know that you now support the rival pack. That you're an official Moons wolf, with position and power."

She found her tone rising, her temper flaring. She rarely lost control of her happy self, but now she found it hard to stop. The words rolled out one after another. Years of silence were beginning to flow.

"You know, there have been good Moons wolves. Or acceptable ones. It doesn't give you and excuse to act the way you are. Listen to yourself," she spat, unsure whether her voice was more pleading or angry now. "You're so obsessed with death now, especially Duke's death. The earthquake and losing everyone, especially Mum, it should've taught you to embrace life. But no. Apparently not. Apparently the only thing you can currently focus on is all of the death present in our lives."

She wasn't sure whether to leave now. Every fibre of her being was telling her to go, to run, to forget. She even stepped backwards from them, blood pulsing through her veins with the anger and panic. She hated him. She hated him so much that she was frozen.

[[Midnight]]

{cue melodramatics!}

Justyn's eyes flickered from Roan to Esmerelda as she once again used her words to twist the feelings in Justyn's heart. When he imagined himself coming here, the thought of seeing Roan was nothing more than a fanatical hope. But it happened; Justyn found Roan, and Justyn was here now talking with Roan... But so far it hadn't gone as he had planned it. When Esmerelda decided to show up, Justyn knew his chances at getting to know his past were downspiralling, fast. His only chance at quenching his thirst for knowlege was being cut to pieces, by a sister who could never understand him.

As always, he had been naive, to think that this conversation would go on neutrally. Silently, he turned his muzzle towards Es, eyes pained.

"I'm sorry I didn't die in the earthquake."

He was trying to speak evenly, but his voice trembled as well as his paws. There were memories rushing back to him, from before the earthquake, after everyone's deaths, and back in the cave when Esmerelda told Justyn he was just like his father. He couldn't escape reality. It always caught up to him while he chased wild fantasies.
His eyes were suddenly wild with fright and horror, as if he had finally snapped.

"I am obsessed with death," he muttered darkly, his voice gone hollow. "It's all I've ever known. I can taste death when I look at my friends, wolves that have been more like family to me than you even want to be. I watch them knowing that someday they will die and there's nothing I can do about it."

His thoughts were now on Rose, and how she admitted that she was being hung by a noose, a noose that belonged to her father. And the feeling of hatred for a father who would harm his pup came flowing back to him, all too familiar.

"I know you all wish I was dead. You think I'm like Caerwyn." A strange, detached giggle came from him as he took a step forward, hazel eyes wide. "Well I'm not like him. I'M NOT, YOU HEAR ME?!"

He snarled at his uncle and sister, hackles raised. But it was only for a second as he started to relax. His eyes glazed over, lips unfolded and tail lowered, and his demeanor lost its dominance. It was as if he had changed to a different wolf momentarily, and was back to normal as if nothing had happened.

"Forget I ever asked you for anything. I'm going to reach for Alphadom. And when I get there, you'll never have to worry about Falling Moon again. You won't have to see my face anymore."

He turned his back on the two and started to pad away, tail curled in rage and pride. But in his heart he felt nothing but deep regret, and that fiery passion that was always moving him forward.

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Roan was silent. He wasn’t sure what to say, however Esmerelda seemed to take control of the situation. He knew it would be best to late the two siblings speak freely. He didn’t want to interfere: they hadn’t seen each other in god knows how long, and they needed answers from each other. Especially Es, whom he felt sorry for. Her brother, one who was supposed to be protective and loving; one who was supposed to scare of potential crushes out of obligation, was now against her. Brown eyes on Justyn, he felt his anger rise again.

For Roan, he could see the answer. Justyn hadn’t managed to let go of his mother’s death and was now the embodiment of regret and hatred he had for himself and her death. Or was it for something else? Was it for the Dancing Stars, whom had not searched hard enough to find him? Was it for Falling Moon, who had taken him in yet probably treated him like dirt? Roan winced as Justyn insisted he was not like his father. He got up on all four paws, unblinking.

“I don’t think you’re like Caerwyn.” Roan called out, clear as the night, “I think you’re becoming a Falling Moon. But, if you don’t let go of your obsession, then you very well may become your father.”

It was the savageness that got to Roan. The way Justyn merely snapped at the assumption of their opinion.

“If you don’t let go, Justyn, you won’t need to get answers.” Roan claimed, “Because you will be repeating the past.”

And by that, Roan was being more vague and mystical than ever intended. If Justyn continued on this horrible path of death, he would become more like his despicable father. If he continued do Alphadom through viciousness and holding anything against wolves, he would become more like the monster that claimed Dancing Stars. Roan was sure that, if Justyn continued, he would merely become Caerwyn. Perhaps not as ferocious, but similar.