DAVE
The New Land Baron
Hikaru's teeth pierce deeper this time, drawing blood that crystallizes into ruby ice along my knuckle while frost spreads up my forearm in spirals. His white fur glows faintly in morning light, month-old determination claiming me with baby wolf intensity that makes Kat's coffee mug crack against oak.
"No loyalty at all. Seven months I carried them." Her hazel eyes burn copper, that particular shade that means violence approaches. "Seven months of them kicking my ribs, pressing on my bladder, making me crave raw meat at three AM."
"Daddy's boy through and through. Dave was like that with me." Mom settles into our kitchen chair with white wolf grace that makes the wood groan in submission, Yuki trailing behind gnawing celery like it personally offended her ancest
