It hadn't been long since Denarius had been killed. Even less was the time since Leandra was killed. By a mage, unsurprisingly. She'd remained silent, otherwise jovial in the face of her mothers death. It seemed morbid, but she'd always joked things away, much like her brother, Garrett.

And that's probably why he found the house, normally filled with back and forth banter between Cassandra and her elder brother, their less than happy third sister sitting, swearing at them loudly, now silent. It scared him in strange ways, his insides twisting slightly.

A loud grunt, and Lucky is pushed into sight, twin daggers embedded deep into a dwarf, by the looks of it. She seems triumphant, and doesn't notice him as she makes a mad dash for her younger sisters room, yelling the whole time.

"Cassandra! CASSANDRA! Are you okay?! Answer me!"

The pause is long, too long. His blood turns to ice—

A loud blast sounds out, Lucky covering her eyes with her arms as another dwarf bursts from the mage's room, dead.

"You'd think they'd knock before trying to kill me. Rather rude, don't you think?" And there she is, second youngest after the twins, grinning brightly. The eldest, Garrett, steps out of the room that previously held Lucky and several Dwarves, grinning to Fenris.

"Hello, Fenris. We where just having some family fun time." The two sisters descend the stairs, Cassandra all smiles. Lucky is grumbling about something, then barks at the elf servant they'd picked up to help her pile out the bodies. Garrett leaves to help, leaving the mage and himself alone. For a moment, he glares at her, but he doesn't know why he's mad. She'd done nothing wrong, had she? She was innocent. But he always directed his anger to her— her magic sickened him, but she was so strong…she never let it taint her, never seen her once turn to blood magic.

Actually, she was the opposite. A healer. A kind soul, to be sure.

So why was he so angry?

"You should have—"

"Don't. Please. If they'd sent me a letter, I would have told you I was expecting a fight. As you can tell, I had no idea." As she speaks, she gestures around the room, turning away from him. A flash of anger fills him, hating the way she turns her back to him like that. Like they didn't mean something to one another.

"Don't turn your back to me." He growls, low and angered. She pauses, blinking, before looking at him. Her gaze is hollow, as if he'd just offended her in the most imaginative way. Then, there's a strange anger that overtakes her, hands slipping to her waist.

"Right. Sorry, I forgot that our break up was all my fault. It's not like you left, or anything. My bad." The anger bubbles, her hands falling from her hips to her sides, pointing a finger to him.

"Don't come here and tell me this is my fault! You're just…looking for a fight, and I'm tired of it. Leave me alone, I get it! You hate me, and you want nothing to do with me. We're done—" Stalking to her, he doesn't touch her, but there is the promise. His eyes smolder for a moment, dark and angry, before he relaxes.

"No. I don't hate you…the opposite, actually. It is…why I can't simply leave you be. It angers me, and I hate it…" If she's scared of him, she doesn't let it show. Her gaze merely darkens, voice dropping to growl at him.

"Just leave me alone, Fenris." And she escapes him, probably gone to help her family. He doesn't stay long enough to find out.