He’d found her, the one that haunted his memories, the one that caused his family to fall. The one.. The one that turned his heart into a cold mass of pain and suffering. He was a ghost, stalking through the woods. His Olya liked to call him a ghost because of his silent steps and ghost like movements. He was out walking, wanting to just clear his head when a scent from his past assaulted his nostrils and caused his rage to stir in his body again.

He had been following her for a while, not wanting to pounce just yet, but he was wondering why her pups weren’t around her. She was pregnant last he’d seen of her, the last he’d seen her she was screaming at him hoping that he’d lose everything he’d love, instead she was about to become his again, though not in the way he once wanted her to be. He would protect what he had built and he’d do that with her by his side, having a close eye on her, making sure his slow growing empire wasn’t going to crash around him. He would not let her break what he had, but he sure as tartarus would break her.

As he followed her, he knew something was different about her as she walked. She seemed lost, broken, these things pulled at the feelings Siku once had for the small female. Though his called a growl to escape his throat, when he did this he knew he couldn’t hide anymore. He gently walked down from the slope he had been standing on, knowing he was going to frighten the small female, but now he didn’t care, he was going to make her his slave and he was going to make her a living rag doll. Though he would also protect her as a pack member. ”Hello Eileithyia, miss me?” A smirk crossed his lips as he spoke. .