Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20190117013150/@comment-13427943-20190324075253

Aster nodded, "Trust me, Jetta...Uncle Ciaran knows what's right and what's wrong, one night I ran away from home trying to find my mom. I got lost and scared and when he found me, I told him why I did it, and he took me home. Dad was worried sick and being there with him...I learned from a young age, that he despite Ranna's supposed, how did auntie Rose call it...Hate Boner? they share, he wants us all to be safe, so trust in him, if not for him, for me."

Wolfe tossed and turned in his bed, the voices tormenting him. His doubts manifesting in his dream state, tears forming down his face and he tore at his hair, swiped at nothing as he was alone in his head once more with the figure, the shadow of himself smiling eerily at him. In its hand a pocketwatch smiling, "soon little wolf, I'm out to play."