All of this was so fucking confusing. I don't understand why dad wanted one of his own injured. I don't care about the past, about what had happened before I met Underidge, or before I came back home. I suppose in a way I should, because knowing this, it was probably the reason behind the attack. But I couldn't bring myself to give a damn about the past. It wasn't right, to sentence one of his own in his ranks to be attacked as a punishment. And it brought a very uneasy feeling to my gut. Knowing my father was capable of making that as a punishment for whatever he deemed fit. It made me pause, wondering what my punishment would be for siding with Underidge, no matter the reason.

I watched, my eyes becoming guarded and dark, listening to the words my father spewed at me. The tone he used...I'd only heard it once, when he argued with my mother--they had hated each other. But to hear that tone used in my direction, I found myself tucking closer to Underidge. My ears turned in, twisting back towards my skull. I was no suckling child, I knew that things had happened before I showed back up to mend the fences, but this? I wouldn't ever expect.

I merely glared at my father, choosing not to give a verbal response. Not anymore. I knew if I spoke, I would say things I would later regret, things that would more than destroy what could have been. But Underidge's words, speaking of his punishment. I shook my head. Refusal clear in my eyes. "this is not a punishment, it's him choosing to wield his power in a way that no one should" And now, I couldn't stop. I turned back to Eden, fire flaring in my eyes.

"I never expected to see that this is how my father deals with a punishment. I don't care about the past, that's not what is wrong about this. What's wrong is that he's your Thorn, Someone you trusted with a rank, yet, you decided he needed attacked this severely for whatever you deemed fit. You're my father...I--" I found myself floundering, unable to finish, the fire died and I found I couldn't do this, I couldn't argue with my father. Yes, it was his pack, his choice. But it didn't mean I had to agree with his way, or that I would be quiet while my fated was attacked.