When Joe was taken, you moved heaven and earth to get to him. How could you look him in the eyes? How could you even breathe knowing what you’d done? You’re a monster. How could you do that to him? How could you let it happen? His mother died because of you. He didn’t know what you were asking of him, what you made him into.
Mark didn’t want to be taken from his mate. Gordo didn’t want you to leave him behind. There’s something inside you, something rotten, and if you don’t fight this, if you don’t rise above it, you’ll be lost.”Ĭarter snarls, “Pack pack pack. Why wasn’t I enough?”ĭad says, “This isn’t you, Carter. I wanted you to believe in me as much as you did him. Remember who you are.”Ĭarter says, “I wanted you to love me as much as you loved him. We were your firstborn, but when Joe came, nothing else mattered.”ĭad says, “You can beat this. All that matters is Dad had known this could happen, had known what his former witch was capable of, and even though he’s nothing but swirling motes of dust, Carter wants to wrap his hands around his father’s throat and choke the life out of him.Ĭarter says, “It was always Joe, wasn’t it? He was your favorite. He begs his father to save him, to love him, to choose him.Ĭarter slams his hands against the barrier, knowing his eyes are violet. “It all comes back to tethers.”Ĭarter screams for him.
He swallows it down, relishing in the taste as his father watches. His breath is knocked from his chest as his nose breaks, blood pouring down onto his lips and into his open mouth. He only makes it halfway before he smashes into an invisible barrier. When he opens his eyes again, his father is further away, standing on the other side of the clearing.
“You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re dead, you died, you let him take you, you let him hurt you, why why why, did you do it? Why did you-” “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Carter chants, hands over his ears. Other times, he’s a man, a breakable man who watches Carter with knowing eyes. Sometimes he’s a wolf, white with black on his chest and back. Carter was too young to understand it when it happened, but he knows it now. Duty called, and they’d answered, not caring who stood in their way, or who they left behind. And how he hates them, hates them for all they’ve done, for all the mistakes they’ve made. It’s the land of his father, and his father before him. He wants to bite and tear and claw until the earth beneath him gushes blood. He stands in a clearing, the same one where so much of their history has been decided. When Carter is lost in a haze of violet, his rage alive and all-consuming, he hears the only voice that matters.
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