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Many years ago when we first met, his mother and I, Amir wasn’t even born. But when he did, we were too much of friends for her to consider me her mate. She explained to him at one point that I wasn’t his dad. Right when she was about to tell him that she was happy to consider me her mate, that mess happened. We were attacked by a big dark feline. Amir always knew I wasn’t his father and sometimes I felt he did know even before she told him. But he called me uncle. I was happy with that title.
Perhaps he never truly shown this. At least not to me until now. This need to know more about his true father. Zeus knows. In the moment he set an eye upon Amir, that vicious smile made my heart sink. We all came from the same lands. “The son of the shadow walker. That is what she meant, it was so clear and I couldn’t see it.” those were his first words, by itself that was enough to prick Amir’s ears forward. He stopped attacking and let Zeus destroy his defenses. The more he spoke, the less Amir attacked and eventually he was too injured to do anything when he tried.
He spoke little about the so called shadow walker. Only telling him that he should never have lived. Cursing the ‘foxy’ family in rage. It was clear for me. The avenging angel had a great weakness that could be taken advantage of. If he was Zeus’ target, he would have already been dead. So today I tell Isola, so she can protect her warrior from himself.
- He’s by the stream, practicing. Or trying to. The attack made us all weak. Healers told us to rest. We are disobeying them. But I’m only here to tell you what I told you
He was there. Training. That worried me by itself. But once I finished explaining, she assured me that she would keep him safe for me. A smile is formed on my lips and my tail waves gently.
- Thank you- That meant a lot to me. - I will return to my den.. Sorry for bothering. If you need anything, my queen just tell me.
I paused, allowing her to speak. If she did have anything, I would do my best to help. Anything at all.
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