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Part 2

"Right… oh well nothing to be done for it I suppose…shall we head to the den then? Maybe have a little fun before we rest?" He chuckled pulling Emerald into his arms and running his hands lustfully all over her even as their son was still bound to his mother by his right hand.

"Not in the sight of the others dear…. But I know what you mean... I hunger as well. The wolf inside of me calls for blood…" She laughed and Darkrider winced, trying to pull away from his mother. He didn't want to be hurt again, they had hurt him last night, wasn't that enough? When did the hurts stop? When would he be able to sleep without crying himself to it first?

"Stop it." His mothers voice was cold and harsh. Like a whip cracking in his ear Darkrider froze instantly. Darkwolf released her to glare at Darkrider.

"And where in the high ones name were you going anyway?" Darkwolf asked him with an angry glare.

"Pl-please I don-don-…" Darkrider was beginning to sob and swearing to the sky his mother began to drag him to their den before others saw. "Momma please… I'll-I'll tell..." He tried to threaten them into leaving him alone for the night. Instead Emerald threw him into a pile of furs in the den while Darkwolf pulled the cloth closed over the doorway in.

"Tell them? Tell them what? That a sweet docile mother and a jovial father hurt you? Oh, never mind you don't have a single wound to prove it?" His mother snickered at him as he crawled away from her, but his back hit the den wall and he was out of running room. "My stupid son, when will you realize they're all moths? Moths don't save other moths when the wolf comes to devour its meals, they run, or pretend they don't see it. You can't call moths to save you…"

"She's right boy. So just keep quiet like usual and maybe will get tired early." His father pulled his sword from its sheath and gave a crooked devils grin that turned Darkriders blood to ice.

"No… no… mama…" Darkrider was in full tears and choking sobs as his mother stalked towards him over the furs like a hungry wolf.One nimble limb in front of the other creeping slowly his direction. In one last attempt to get away Darkrider stumbled to his feet to try and run past, but his awkwardness on his own two feet betrayed him and his mother caught him by the hair dragging him back to his father who was laughing….