He starts speaking about Iromar, and I am hoping that my birth home was doing well. I had my questions about it, but I did really want the best for Iromar. I just knew that I had to come here. His face seems a bit concerned though, and I started to wonder if me coming here might have put even a slight strain on future relations. But he then says don’t be surprised if others come from Iromar and I tilt my head. My face shows my confusion at this statement.
”Wh...what?” I ask, not understanding why more would come here. Did something ELSE happen? Another death? Or did the gators form a guild and started fighting back more? I didn’t say anything else yet as I can tell he has more to say, and the way his face changes even more before he speaks worries me.
And then he says it and I know exactly why it worries him.
My jaw drops. It literally drops open and my green eyes remain open wide. He didn’t say his name, but he didn’t have to. It was him. My imprint. I feel my legs stiffening up and I have to shake myself to stand properly again without falling completely over. Forcing everyone out? Not Pine’s? Whatever issue I had with Pine in the assassin was...little beetles compared to whatever it is my imprint will do.
I inhale sharply not realizing I was holding my breath and staring off into nowhere when he mentions he didn't know how to break it to me. I step forward and lean my head against his shoulder, using him to hold me up. Is that what that weird...feeling I was having before? I am not sure and I cannot tell, but I figure that must be it. This is bad. Real bad. I know what he is like. I am going to try to train with the Angels of my bloodline in case I needed to use it, and this has only solidified my direction. I breathe again.
”Oh, Arturio, this is bad…” I say, burying my face into his shoulder more for a moment before pulling my head away again and looking him in the eyes. ”I know you know, but as much as you know, you don’t know, you know?” I say, my voice strained from the shock and the horror of the situation. ”He...he is not right, in the head. Not right at all. I am not even sure if there is good in him…” I end in a mumble. ”He can’t have that kind of power!” I cry out. ”The wolves of Iromar could leave though?” I asked, wondering if he knew, as I wouldn’t want anyone to be forced to live with that horrible, horrible creature.