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Hermes heard a voice. The voice that had haunted his nightmares and filled his dreams. The voice he'd known for his whole life, his best friend, and his worst enemy. The person who had taken everything from him and then left. Abandoning him in his worst point in life, the reason he was the way he was now.
Alaska.
The wingless leopard crept onto the scene, amber eyes pale and cold. Not sad, angry, happy, or distrustful, just cold. How dare she come back here. How dare she try and fix what she had done. Sure, she had been possessed. He understood that. He could even, if he tried, understand why she had done what she'd done to his wings. His precious vessels of flight. But he couldn't understand why she had left. Left her Clan, her home... him. His own mother hadn't stuck by him as long as Alaska had. He had trusted her beyond anyone else, but all of that was gone now. She was nothing but an angry reminder to him now.
Alaska.
Everyone else seemed okay with her being back. Ariene was a bit stunned, not surprising. Her apprentice and former Legate had returned, returned from who knows where expecting forgiveness from her crimes. Darkrose even looked joyous. Of course she would be. Darkrose hadn't been hurt, hadn't been stripped of something she held dear. She hadn't even been around much. And Alaska seemed regretful and was even apologizing. Like that would help at all. Was this fake too? Was this an act to gain their trust before crushing them all again? Hermes couldn't trust her. Couldn't be happy for her, couldn't forgive her, couldn't even smile at her to welcome her home. To their home.
"You're back."
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