Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
Noah felt the weight of Deimos' words sink down onto his shoulders as he watched the wolves cut across the tundra in the distance. Morgan and Neron. Neron and Morgan. the Halovian, sculpted from ice and carved in stone, laying in bed with the bringer of downfall? The failed ruin of a warden? The lynx growled, the hair along his spine raising with the fury that rose in his chest like bile. She betrays us with this decision. Neron's actions killed Halovians. He was willing to sacrifice a CHILD and this entire Citadel for his OWN SELFISH DEESIRE. Zariah made those same choices, and she paid her price. She is dead. Noah was screaming over the bond, a surge and burst of anger and emotion that Deimos had surely never felt from the hunter before now. Neron was never rightfully charged for his crimes, and because of that he has used his venom to sway that of our warden.
When we pulled Neron from power Morgan was ready to kill him. I saw it in her eyes. Now she shares his bed.
Noah's claws dug into the ice beneath him, cracking it as his anger manifested in every part of his body. What had Morgan done? she let a snake, dangerous and vile and dark, sneak into her bed and let his dick change her into someone the hunter no longer knew. He hissed then, releasing what the growl had summoned. He stood, and paced along the top of the wall for several minutes in silence, though the fury that bubbled beneath the surface was not masked by the bond.If the old gods hate Morgan because of her choices, then I have to believe they will support those who support them. He was facing away from Deimos now, looking out over the frozen world. His frozen world. The world that Morgan betrayed.
NOAH
