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Bermondsey had never intended to come back to Primal Instinct, not after what had happened. They had left the forest a while ago, and it had been easier to distance himself from the group. Yet, he could never stay away for long. His mission had been complete. Protect the kits. Now that they were far far away from anything to do with him, certainly they'd be free of his father's curse, no? Certainly, he'd never get them involved with the darkness he could feel growing in the pit of his stomach. 

His meeting with Charlotte a while go was a stark reminder of what they always faced. She didn't believe it was a curse. He did. Then again, Charlotte had been so young back then when her father had died; he didn't see what Bermondsey had seen. She didn't see the look on her mother's eyes–on his older sister's eyes–as she took Severine's life, leaving the throne for his brother, the one who never stained his white paws with the dark blood of his enemies. If his father had a silver tongue, his brother's one was painted in gold. 

The city didn't bring back as many memories as the thought of returning to the league did. Things were...different. So much had changed since he had returned, but he knew he had a purpose, to take back what once was theirs. 

His eyes met a silhouette in the distance, a faint smirk appearing on his face. Though, if there was fun to be had and blood to be shed before then, he certainly didn't mind that either.