For the last ten years of his life, Lucius had been pushed around by the man who was supposed to be like a second father to him. Each time he was pushed he endured, but the anger only built up deep inside of him, waiting for the chance he would be able to push back; and when he found that chance, he would take it.
Outside of Silas’ cabin, Lucius stood with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting. He knew his uncle was rarely around but with the newest arrival, he was bound to still be in the pack, or on his way out. Knowing Silas’ movements wasn’t difficult, he just had to think like someone who had something to hide, his frequent outings without explanations were something only a suspicious person would do.
It didn’t matter how long he had to wait for him, Lucius was prepared to even b
