[center]The angry hiss from behind him snapped him from the gaze his mind had slipped into. He didn't turn but merely rolled his shoulders and watched as his reflection mirrored the movement. His mind flashed to a memory of a child Kieran watching his grinning reflection in a pond, his mother seated on a bench behind him. 

He pushed the past away and opened his mouth to respond. He was tired and wanted to go and  sleep, this was a way to see how his fledgling would respond. “Have at it. Hit me until you deem it fit for my negligence of you for the years that have passed. I won't stop you.” His voice was blank though he noted his reflection flashed to the smaller version of himself. Was he going mad? He blinked and the smiling round face was gone, in its place was a tall and pale man with sharp features and long hair. 

He meant it to, he wouldn't stop her until she was satisfied. He wasn't a stranger to pain, his father had never been the doting-type unlike his mother. He wondered even now how they married each other, how they could love one another when one was never home and when he was harsh words were said. He sometimes heard the whispered fights, hissing that reminded his young mind as angry cats. Kieran turned and faded his first fledgling, his arms limp at his sides. 

He was either losing his mind or he was just tired and needed to sleep. 

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Isabela blinked down at the book she held in her hands, Wolff who had joined her huffed softly and wrote something out on the parchment he'd brought with him. She didn't like the way Kieran and Ryanair had come down that morning, her mind flashing back to the image had her lips tugging down into a frown. 

The blonde had looked awake but uneasy and worried, Kieran had looked blank and listless. Rising from the cushioned chair the elder vampire moved to the nearest bookshelf, placing the book back she decided to break the silence. “No one was hurt but the town was destroyed, a few homes and shops are left. My Guards told me no one was bitten and that all the fallen wolves were cleared away. No one else has neared the town and I'm not sure what we should do. This is Kieran’s house after all and the wolves can't really go back.” Wolff paused in his writing and straightened in his seat, a pale hand rising to card through short raven-black hair. 

“Everything is going to shit, the kids have to be told soon if they haven't begun piecing it together. Their growing and will soon begin to notice what their young minds aren't capable of understanding just yet, that falls on Kieran to explain.” Isabela was glad she's put the kids into a room with coloring books and a roaring fire to kept them warm. They'd been quiet but none the less excited as they'd followed her around, she'd showed them the others room so as to keep them away from the adults. With a sigh Isabela turned to face her long-time friend and rested her head against the shelf, their eyes met and both turned to the door. 

Best to keep the human children company and distracted before they found out something.[/center] 

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