Too Close || Eva & Arran
@beautifullyxtainted
It had happened. He’d thought it impossible. He’d thought no beast would be so foolish as to attack the strongest faction of Roseville so brazenly... he’d been wrong. He’d not acted as well as he could and now two members of their beloved coven were lost. One to death and the other to grief... he’d seen what moments without his mother had done to his father; to lose a mate permanently... Brandyn would be dead soon if not already, they were like a light and dark; one could not exist without the other and now Freya was left an orphan with the coven to do whatever it took to see her rise from this tragedy.
He would see whatever had done this impaled upon his blades.
His mother had been, understandably, lost to grief at the news and he could see how badly the tragedy affected his father who’d come so close to the same fate himself. Arran had felt grief, it clawed at him unrelentingly; Thalia he’d been close to of course but... Brandyn and he were so close in age they’d joined the coven with but a few years apart and couldn’t help but bond over their newness. They’d experienced many first hunts, battles, injuries and worries together, his loss (from his mate or his own life) was akin to a blade through the heart.
But he hadn’t cried.
He would not.
He needed to act and that included seeing Eva home. Without thinking of the dangers to himself he swiftly left the estate and travelled to The Atelier; a cursory glance told him the shop was (mercifully) empty, save for the two of them, and he deftly locked the door before turning back and taking his sister in his arms, “You’re safe, that’s good.” he swallowed, forcing his voice not to shake, “We’re needed home and you’re to stay by my side the entire way with no detours, not for anything, do you understand me?” he stared into her eyes, utterly serious and fighting to keep anything but his concern for her showing.