I had heard the news, evening so lovely that spent with my two sisters, news that he had come back, to Moladion. Daenerys had said she had something to speak with me about and to be honest I had three-hundred things that came to mind but that was not one of them. I had tucked my remaining little sister and charge in for the night before exiting the den and hearing word of him I was shocked. All this time, why now that I am pretty much a father myself that he chooses to return? I had thanked Daenerys for telling me, it gave me time to sit and think about all the years I hated him the rage that boiled in my blood that he had left taking my mother with him while leaving me here all alone. He never even looked at me, he left before my mother and her soul called her she had no choice in the matter, then again, I didn’t go trotting after each and every soul that was stolen from my very being. It was her choice too, I knew it hurt but she could have stayed with us as well.

My blood boiled, never would I subject anyone to being without their parents, it was why my hatetred of Purge was so. She had ripped away my little sisters parents and on that note mine too. Fenrir held no claim on that title of being my father that was all Alcide’s to have. That had been decided the day he had found me in the woods and then began to teach me all there was to the art of battle. I learned from him hungry for the attention and love that only a parent could ever give and happy for it, it made me better and not some little lost shadow that Leonidas was.

There was no reason for him to come to me or bother me though, or so I had hoped. I honestly didn’t want to face the male, I still didn’t like him, perhaps I wasn’t the sulking teen anymore but now that I was a father-like-figure myself there was no way I could ever understand or even agree with what he had done to Rhiannon and I. He had a choice. He impregnated mother, I had no choice and I didn’t run from it like he had.

My hopes are dashed though that I can just avoid him, I hear the ghostly call and it summons my name, I hate it. The voice was unlike my own wonderful tones but still the underlying setting of it was the same. I knew who it was and already hated, even if it was only a little, how similar it was. I remind myself I am nothing like him and part of me ponders on ignoring his summons. If he wants to hang out around here Daenerys can handle it I don’t need to see his face but again Fate had a way of pulling my strings to make me do it anyway. I really couldn’t believe it. Again why? And how? I could never forget that scent, changed though it was I was drawn to it just like before, the scent of my first Imprint, Iophiel.

I wasn’t sure what I should do, I was drawn to her scent even if I am certain we are no longer bonded without thinking I begin to pick my way from my little family’s den towards the call of Fenrir but I am not coming for him it is only the Angel girl I want to see again and if he is lucky he will leave with a face today. I near the group I can hear Danny’s voice it settles me slightly but my nerves still feel frayed. I see a large dark form one I know is his but I do not care for that I care to see the two females and one in particular for I had not seen her since I was in my second spring. When they do find her I freeze I do not speak I feel no need to just yet, waiting to see if that feeling would return when our eyes met again.

~ Calls No Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~