'
'My God, that's awful.'
'Yes. That is why she was not afraid to die. She still loved Akar,
of that I am sure. And he loved her. But she could never overcome the
shadow that was left on her soul. You cross a line, Sylviana. . .and
everything becomes so black.'
She sensed that he was close to breaking. But for all her pity, she
knew what she must do. One last push.
'But why did Akar leave the cub with us? It seems so cruel.'
His eyes flamed at this. 'The true wolves do nothing out of cruelty.
It was for her own safety, and to leave a part of himself with you.'
He got up and began to pace, an uncontrollable rage rising inside him.
'CRUEL?' he fumed, throwing off the fur like an unwanted burden,
and waving his arms as if struggling in a net. 'I'll tell you
what's cruel.....
'Skither lives his whole life, an unselfish warrior for the good, and
dies by violence far from his home. Kamela does what is expected of
her, Akar does what he feels in his heart, and both are punished and
bereft. An eight year old boy---' He wept. 'An eight year old
boy, Sylviana, makes the one mistake of his life..... And he is KILLED
for it. While your God.....' All at once he let out a roar.
'WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!' he shouted at the walls.
'What gives you the right to make hard rules, and pass out life and
death in judgment? You are not wise, you are not strong.
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