I listen to the boy's words and it is very apparent that this boy has been left ignorant. That or he is playing me. I doubt it though. It doesn't surprise me that his mother tells him nothing, nor does Heyel. It is a sad attempt at keeping them dumb so they don't turn out like their father. Well, too bad. The boy met me, and I have been in a sour mood with my adoptive family as of late. This boy is still odd, very strange, trying to make himself into two though he is one. He says he is Ego and yet refers to Elijah. He says he is the voice inside of Elijah's head. I don't pay too much mind to it, not yet. I seek to discover more naturally instead of pointing it out and getting in his face about it. I helps to be more secretive at times. To act like nothing is wrong with him, when in fact he is a bit more of a freak than I expected. My freak though. You see, I am not going to allow this boy to grow up in stupidity and ignorance despite his...disability. Let it be a small bit of my revenge for the lied told to me. The truth was always the most interesting of revenge. How could anyone get angry at telling the truth?

The little shit was obviously not happy with my dominant gesture, my massive paw crushing his tiny body against the earth. Of course not. I would have tried to retaliate in just the same way. The pup snarled and protested as my own fangs had shown in the dim light of the den, yet I am sure my face was all the more terrifying than his. I am not going to lie, I was very much amused. I enjoy watching something so small and pathetic struggle under my power. It brings me a pleasure that sweeps over my whole body and fuels my very core. I almost wanted him to bite me, to sink his fangs into my flesh. It would have only added more fuel to my wicked fire. I am not going to lie, if he had pushed any further I might have harmed him for good. He knew to back down though, either from persuasion or knowing that I could, indeed, kill him in an instant.

He put on a little show with his slight of breath after I lifted my paw. I smirked, not phased at all by his reaction. How...cute I guess. His glare is so meaningless to me. It is not a threat of any kind, nor did it make me, Ava, feel bad in any way. i honestly don't think I have felt bad in my life. I am not even sure what others exactly mean when they talk about it. My cold copper eyes, like the metal they so look like, stare at him as my dark visage falls to a chilling carelessness again. I listen as he seems interested in my little deal. I give the slightest nod to him, though I still don't lighten up with my face and posture. I still hold myself dominant. I can tell this puppy needs to be put in his place. He is the kind to test the limits, to rebel against authority. Which as fine as long as it isn't mine.

His back is turned, dramatic he really is. His green eyes peer over his shoulder, looking back at me with wary care. Good. I don't want some cuddly happy puppy prancing around me like an idiot. I hold my stare, I don't show him anything. He need not know anything but my blank face, that is if anything, a bit harsh in how I posture it. I notice that he moves his paw around in the dirt as he dawdles. I don't understand why wolves move around constantly, their tails, their paws, their tongues. I just love it when something is nice and still...dead is probably the best. I can hold myself still. I know how to breath minimally to give the illusion of stillness to the untrained and unskilled eye. I in fact do such a thing now as he begins to explain why he came here in the first place.

He wanted my warm. Of course. Am I surprised at all? He is a child of the cannibal Tobias. Any idiot with a brain that can put two and two together would realize he would turn out the same. Aaliyah sure is a dumb ass, a completely incompetent creature for choosing to breed with a thing like Tobias, and yet I find a confliction inside of me. Tobias is my cousin in blood, one who I secretly appreciate more than anyone would know. In fact no one really knows what I think of him, no one really knows much of my opinions at all. He is a killer though, and he kills off the weak and the stupid. At this point I don't care who he kills and eats as long as it isn't me. I say let him run loose, I will deny it if asked, but inside I know how I feel. Still, I would never choose to breed with a creature lacking any sort of mind.

So I have a god damned cannibal at my paws. Whatever. It just means he is more driven to kill other wolves. Fine. I can see use in that. Like I say, as long as it isn't me. I need to use this child for my own self. I need to get him under my wing, so his mind is properly trained instead of let to rot as the others would have it. He would be my ultimate weapon.

"You came here for warm things, because you are like your father, Ego. I am going to tell you the truth, boy. I am going to tell you what they don't want you to know. They are scared of you, Ego. Oh, they are scared."

My voice was growing quite charming and wicked, touched with the hiss of a spiteful female. I was even allowing a small, rare smile of a dark origin peek onto my lips. Lucky boy he is, but I am enjoying ruining this boy's upbringing all too much. I love ruining the secrets being kept from him. It is just a little joy in my black and void heart. I shift my weight, pushing myself to get a little closer to him, making sure he got to hear every little word that dripped from my mouth.

"You see, my darling, Shadow isn't just anybody. Shadow is a creature very different from the others. Some, call him a demon. A demon, is a creature opposite of an Angel, a creature so evil, a creature so vile, one that all the Angels despise him. They want him dead, for he kills other wolves. He doesn't just kill them, my dear, oh no...He wants their warm like you do. He kills and then he feats on their freshly killed flesh. He eats the weak, the dumb, and the old. He consumes and he purges of the earth of those unworthy. It is a sin to the Angels to eat wolves, Ego. Shadow is a cold blooded, soulless killer and eater of wolves. That is what Shadow is, and his real name is Tobias."

I pause for a moment, taking in his reaction to all this information. I blink slowly, feeling the pleasure from my own actions. There is still so much to say, and hopefully this Ego/Elijah whatever he is has enough sense to listen.

"Ego, do you know why you wish for the warm that Tobias seeks? This is what they don't want you to know, Ego. This is why they want to keep it secret, and for now, don't let them know you know what I am about to tell you...Do it so you can see how they lie to you, my boy. Keep it secret so you can use you knowledge as a weapon, my boy. Shadow, Tobias, he is your father. Aaliyah is your mother, and Tobias is your other half, your father. He is why you crave to bite past fur and search for the warm. You want the blood of wolves on your tongue. That is why they don't want you here. They don't even want you alive. They let you live because of Aaliyah, not because of your own merit."

I push my massive frame forward a little more. My dark muzzle reaches out to the boy who faces away, it lingers around his shoulder as I continue to speak in a sinister whisper.

"Ego, you want to learn more, yes? No one else will teach you. They rather you dead. I, however, am the only one...the only one who sees any worth in you. Become my apprentice , dear Ego. Let me show you the world without the veil of lies. There are just two things you must do for me Ego, if you wish to let me teach you. You must never tell anyone of our meeting here tonight and what has been said, and you must acknowledge that I am not for eating. Do not seek to fulfill your desire for this warm on me. Is that understood? Let me know now, Ego, if you agree to these terms. I will let you know anything you desire. If you deny, then I give you 10 seconds to leave before I throw you out myself."

I finish my words leaving my warm breath on his shoulders, before pulling back slightly to let my copper eyes view him. Let us see what this puppy chooses. Let us see if he desires the truth of his life and to achieve his full potential, or if he decides to fall into a world of ignorance and stupidity. Be mine, little Ego. Let me show you the light.