A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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It was a mutual agreement between them.
They hadn't spoken but they hadn't shifted back to their wolves either. They braved the chill as men and carried on deeper into the north. He guessed there couldn't be too many days left before they finally reached Canada, hopefully before the hardest part of winter set in. He was surprised it hadn't begun snowing, though he expected it any night now.
"So, where are you from?" He decided to ask.
They had been walking for good while in silence. Fox's footsteps echoed lightly behind him, a safe distance still existed between them, but he was tired of listening to the thoughts in his head. He wanted to hear someone else speaking for once, just to silence his own mind.
"I'd rather not say," Fox answered.
He paused in his step before continuing with a thoughtful hum, "I have always loved a good mystery to figure out." A flock of birds took off from a canopy high above their heads, he glanced up briefly before dismissing the nervous tick of the birds. When they grew silent is when there was real danger nearby.
"What about you?"
He considered lying but every single one that came to his mind felt like poison in his blood and he couldn't utter it. In that moment, he decided he would be honest in everything he spoke. So, he glanced over his shoulder, and boldly answered, "Conquistador."
Fox didn't even blink, "You're Joel Laehn."
He found himself chuckling at the statement. Of course, people knew his name but they didn't know his story. They only knew he was a monster, and yet, he found himself agreeing. He had done nothing worthy in his life. "Yes, and what of it? I come from a twisted family, tell me something I do not know."
"I didn't say it accusingly," Fox said.
"Your tone did." He shoved a limb away from his face.
"I'm not judging you."
He spun around, voice chillingly low, "Then what are you doing?"
Fox didn't back away, "I'm trying to decide where your loyalty lies."
"With no one," He punctuated the last two words.
"Good," Fox seemed satisfied with the answer, unfazed he was provoking sore issues, "I guess we're both out here running from the past."
His eyebrow rose, "Is that so?"
"Yes," Fox nodded, "You're like an Alpha without a pack, that's also why I followed you. You have something different about you."
