Snippet #2811860

Sverre's frown deepened, her voice venomous when she began with a biting retort. What in the hell was she saying? He had never had a pack. Why did the woman who used to follow him around, the one who called him family in the first place, suddenly decide they weren't? Swallowing a painful lump of increasingly hurt feelings, he shook his head.

"First off, I'm not a full blood. Second, I've never had a pack...and I highly doubt I ever will." He countered matter-of-factly. He had thought she understood this? Why was she suddenly against him? Surely he was dreaming...this was his best friend of all things! Sure, they squabbled like siblings, but she had never before spoken to him with such hatred.

When she finally decided to continue, her level and cold tone was almost worse than the harsh bite she had just used. Eilin's words were as unexpected as a punch to the gut, and likewise made him feel almost ill. She thought HE was responsible for the annihilation of their home village?!

The idea that Eilin thought this was equal parts depressing and insulting. Sverre stood behind the chair he'd been keeping watch from, lips pressed into a tight line as he fought to keep his voice from rising.

"Y-you think I was the one who attacked our home?! Me?" Sverre began in a choked sputter of righteous indignation. His eyes bored into hers, even as sorrow began to fill his grey-blue gaze. "Eilin...how could you possibly think that? Why would.." he stopped, barely even able to fathom having to ever say such a sentence. "Why would I destroy the only home...the only family I've ever known or had?!" His voice raised slightly at the end, exuding utter disbelief and astonishment.