#and !!!!

wolf, truth, inheritance

Lion's dad had called himself the wolf like it was something funny, which it wasn't. He was a monster with teeth and he ripped out the hearts of little kids. Nothing funny about that, especially with Lion under those claws more often than not.

Lion grew up saying all the time that he'd never end up like his dad, and Evie believed him, and she was right to do it. He wasn't anything like his dad. He was soft and good and he wanted to do good, be good, be held, be safe. He was the best thing she'd ever known--the first thing outside all the awful that had sunk into her bones back on that farm. He tried harder than anyone she knew, always to be different, always to be good. He wanted so badly to be good.

Evie didn't ever really think about whether or not she'd end up like her mum. Didn't seem to matter. Didn't seem like she had. Her mum was full of bitter regret and Evie didn't know how to be like that. Nothing Lion did to her would ever counterbalance what it had been to be eleven and twelve and thirteen with only him at her side, to be his protector, to be the reason he was able to grow into what he became. So much of what Lion did to her was because she was the reason at the center of everything.

I learned a lot from tumblr today!!!