(*stares at 'next I'll be his fiancé'*)"Oh, for the love of all things sacred, first her and now you. Next, it'll be I'm his fiance," Bleddyn snapped, losing the tether on her hyperactive temper and consecutively her composure. "No, no, and heck no."
Bleddyn unhooked her arms from each other to crack her knuckles, Lachlan's nearing voice bolstering her confidence. "It'd be amusing to see you try, honestly. Especially after everything your son has told us about his father."
The viscous sarcasm practically oozed from her next words and added to the mess on the floor. "All fantastic, sublime things, of course. Our friend has given us absolutely no reason to rip you apart here and now."
The emphasis she forced onto 'friend' came back to rile her standing hatred for the teenage cat shifter who now sat helplessly above them, but she reluctantly dismissed it. Let him think we loyally stand for Wolfram and hate what's hurt him.
At least it's true in Lachlan's case.
Wolfram's throat tightened when the murderous look entered his fathers eyes. He half flung himself toward's Bleddyn and Lachlan, forcing a strong front to stand face to face with his father."Leave us alone, will you? Last I knew, you wanted not a thing to do with me, and left me to suffer knowing I wasn't good enough for you! Not that you care, but do you know how much it hurts to be rejected, by your own father none the less?" He stood beside Bleddyn, using the wall in the narrow hall to keep himself upright.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at his son. A part of him almost, almost felt sympathic that he had rejected his son so quickly. But Mapleshade noticed his delayed reaction, streatched up to whisper in his ear, a sly, hissing whisper."Don't let his word's get to you. You're with me, aren't you?" He shoved her away."Don't tell me how to live my life." He growled, looking back towards the three teenagers. He looked at Bleddyn, ignoring Wolfram's multiple attempts to get her to back down."Tell me."He growled."How are you so sure of yourself? You seem awful defiant, and awful quick to judge my and my men's strength. Maybe..."He paused."Maybe you're afraid, and you're trying not to show it. Maybe I should just kill you now and end your fear."
