Post by mina pandora oliveira on Apr 18, 2022 16:41:36 GMT -7
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"...Fenrir's." That was all Mina heard as Callisto mumbled in her shocked state. She wished she hadn't heard it, to be honest, as that name absolutely didn't fly in their parents house at all. Ever. He had been the one to turn Dakoda and Sarah, in what she had always assumed was retribution for their parents leaving his pack. Such a thing had always seemed plausible, because why wouldn't a psychopath werewolf want to leave his mark on innocent children? Except if what Callisto was saying was true, and their parents were getting into a fight over it, then that meant coming to claim what was part of him had been what actually happened. She knew the many Greyback children had similar stories; of being young and suddenly attacked and turned. Varying degrees of violence committed against the rest of their family. How much different was this from any of those? Not at all. Sarah got the short end of the stick in that case, but Mina didn't really care to direct her feelings towards that right now. It didn't change her sister being a horrid person and mother at all.
Mina continued to stare at Callisto, hoping this was all just a sick Christmas joke that the three of them were putting on, but she knew that wasn't the case. Having Dakoda ripped away from them by their own sister had been bad enough, and this was like it was happening all over again. Had he known? It was one thing to be turned by the monster, another to unwillingly share his blood. Not to mention whatever the guilt their mum had about it. Mina didn't even want to know how it all came about, because that was just opening one can of trauma after another, in a warehouse full of it. She'd heard mentions of their time within the pack, and knew she couldn't begin to imagine what leaving had to have been like. The results of that were sort of apparent though.
Her jaw had clenched tightly as she tried to figure out what to do next. She wasn't a leader in the slightest, and could already feel the pit of sickness starting to swell up now that her confusion was waning. Getting angry felt like the only right thing to do. So she pushed her way past Callisto's arm and went towards the front door, Titania hot on her heels. "Merry fucking Christmas."
Mina continued to stare at Callisto, hoping this was all just a sick Christmas joke that the three of them were putting on, but she knew that wasn't the case. Having Dakoda ripped away from them by their own sister had been bad enough, and this was like it was happening all over again. Had he known? It was one thing to be turned by the monster, another to unwillingly share his blood. Not to mention whatever the guilt their mum had about it. Mina didn't even want to know how it all came about, because that was just opening one can of trauma after another, in a warehouse full of it. She'd heard mentions of their time within the pack, and knew she couldn't begin to imagine what leaving had to have been like. The results of that were sort of apparent though.
Her jaw had clenched tightly as she tried to figure out what to do next. She wasn't a leader in the slightest, and could already feel the pit of sickness starting to swell up now that her confusion was waning. Getting angry felt like the only right thing to do. So she pushed her way past Callisto's arm and went towards the front door, Titania hot on her heels. "Merry fucking Christmas."
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