XIX did not understand what Aleksei had done to anger the raven so much. He had left Hearthwood, shortly before his mother’s death, but even the pale ghost did not fault the Baranski for that. After hearing the Baranski’s departing howl he had angry at first. Not because he had chosen to leave. No, Lachesis had respected his decision. He had been angry at how he had left. A howl, echoing through the trees. He had never learned whether Aleksei had told his mother of his plans or not. Lachesis never asked. But he got over the anger, just as quickly as it had arrived, it had left. Then came acceptance. And he got over it; moved on. Just like he always did.
Was it because Aleksei had figured out who her daughter was and grew tired of Inna denying the truth? It had been not long after Lorcán had shown up on the Hearthwood borders, seeking acceptance into the pack. To be closer to his daughter. The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought. Perhaps Aleksei couldn’t stand living with them, for their situation eerily echoed Karina’s.
“I’ll let her know,” he hummed, his expression soft. “I’m sure she would like that, too.”
He nodded at the agouti’s statement, his chartreuse fixated on the younger male, for he knew Inna did not want the man near the Tainn children. “They are your family, Alek. You are welcome to see them.” Lachesis could be an asshole and refrain the children from seeing their big brother, but he couldn’t do that. Family was important—especially when most of theirs had disappeared or passed away.
stick with those who stick with you