The brindle male only had a vague idea of what had happened to Scarecrow. His Crow. That is what he had always thought of the female. There wasn't much anyone could say or do about that. He was too stubborn to let her go without a fight, much to his parents frustration. They hated the fact he was head over heels for a “damned mutt”. Comments like that really irked him. Crow was anything, but a damned mutt to him. She was truly something special.

This lady was quite strong and very special to him. She was the only female he had ever met that could match him in strength. For that alone, he craved her at his side, but she was also incredibly sweet with those she trusted from what he remembered. They had been the outcasts of their coven. He'd been the one others feared due to his aggression with his kin when they stepped out of line. His fury with them always just barely leashed regardless of what happened.

“Yes it is Crow. They're not going to be able to do anything to us now. If they try, we'll take them down as a team, as we should have from the beginning.”

An icy determination laid in his gaze. They should have been a team from the beginning. Their determination was something intense. Neither one would ever give up anyway. It completely went against their very nature. He remembered how fierce she was when it came to enemies. It was just a matter of time before all of the insanity ended, even if it was the last thing he did.