[ He feels out the other half of his soul, too often a ravenous beast that he keeps tightly leashed. His control is good - most days. Kara had asked him once, if his love for growing things was to balance out the desire to kill in his other half. There was truth it that statement, so he did not disabuse her of the notion.

When he speaks again, his voice is soft: ] I was mated once to an Omega. She was human when we met and we had Hussan before she was Changed.

I had not known at the time that she was Omega, only that even as a mortal she brought me peace. She grew ill and my wolf refused to lose her - so as difficult as it is to turn someone who inspires in you an intense need to protect, I was able to.

[ He has "mellowed out" over the years. As an Alpha he had been brutal, prone to ensuring that none would question his authority. Love for him was double-edged. He is thankful that he and his son have reached their own kind of compromise, allowing them to meet as equals and not just father and child. There too, was the humbling experience of fearing for his life when the witch had taken Sarai in her madness. ]

Carry on as you will, niña. But I hope... you will understand when I make myself scarce when the other wolves are about. Our newfound friendship cautions me not to give Bran reason now to put me down.

[ He smiles, ruefully. ] I do not think you would appreciate me being prematurely territorial.