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Kaleb rubbed his eyes. He hated fighting with Theresa, and the woman knew it. He adored her. Much like Devon and Lark, they were opposite, but perfectly balanced each other.
He knew he couldn't do anything now. He wouldn't want to harm this girl that Devon cared about. And if he wasn't being stubborn he'd admit that her instinct had been good. You don't run from a predator. Of course he wouldn't admit it.
He followed after he wife, stone-faced. He'd behave himself for the moment.

Devon took her hand in his. And kissed it. "My father is an odd man. He does this for reasons even my mother has a hard time figuring out. But I can assure you, there is no need to apologize. You haven't done anything wrong. In fact, you were quite smart not to move while he growled at you. Running gets us excited." he told her bluntly. He flinched, maybe he shouldn't have said that. It would probably upset her.
"But never mind that. Rest. Are you warm enough?"

Devon looked at her, his brows knit together. There was nothing he could really do for her, but keep her warm and call for the doctor. He gathered a few more blankets and placed them over her.
He would do as she asked. He wouldn't instigate a fight. And hopefully he could at least make a truce to whatever was eating his father. Which nothing else he could do he reluctantly left the room and headed downstairs.

Devon sat down beside his father a moment later, and looked at the same wall his father had been frowning at.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked.
"That's some way to greet your father." he growled.
"Fine then. Hello, Dad. Good to see you. You know, besides that fact you threatened my girlfriend. But hey, it's not big deal." he answered sarcastically.
Kaleb snorted. "I have my reasons. I will admit I would have held off if I'd realized she was sick. Unfortunately she was down wind of me."
Devon rolled his eyes. "That doesn't explain why you threatened her."
Kaleb didn't answer.

Kaleb crossed his arms. "She's not right for you." he grumbled.
Devon rolled his eyes. "Trust me. She is. As anyone could tell you, it's done wonders for my temperament the last day and a half." he chuckled.
Kaleb looked at him this time. "Day and a half?"
Devon would have hit himself if he could. "Things didn't start off smoothly. I wasn't as careful as I should have been at first. But things are fine now. But right now. I want you to know that I feel the connection. I could tell you what she was feeling if you asked. That is no lie."
Kaleb heard the truth in his voice. He grunted. "It not right. She is human."
Devon thought he caught something in his tone. He was sure that his mother had her it too.
"What is the real reason you don't like her?"
Kaleb was silent for a long time. "She's too fragile, Devon. We're werewolves. Our lives get mess and are harsh. You think she can handle that? I wouldn't think so with how frozen she was. She was too frightened to make a sound."
"You are testing her?!" he asked, barely holding in his anger. "You frightening to most of us! Or course she'd be scared. And she hasn't gotten over her first run in with that rogue were. Plus, I'll protect her. It will work out."
"Will it?" Kaleb leaned forward. "You need to be prepared for anything." He looked at his wife. "Things didn't always go smoothly when I found Theresa." That little flicker of warmth came into his eyes as he looked at his wife. Most thought that he was really cold even too his wife. But she alone really saw behind his hard exterior. "It will most-likely be worse for you. I can list a few problem I you hadn't thought of them. She'll die before your time. Our aging is different. If the connection wasn't so strong you'd out live her. She's fragile even more so around us. There's a reason I've tried to drill into you that humans are beneath us. Most can't handle our way of life. Is keeping her around what's best for you?"
Devon remained stone-faced so his father switched tactics. "What about her. Do you think it's best for her? You think she can handle this world you've thrown her into? How far did you think this through Devon? And if she die because you didn't have your guard up enough, you'd die too. And where would our people be? You know he repercussions of that."
At this Devon looked away to glare at the wall. He knew he was right about both of them. But he wouldn't let her go. He couldn't.

Kaleb rolled his eyes. He was just trying to make sure his son thought this through. The connection didn't solve everything. But he remained silent as he waited for Devon to explain the things that he had been wondering himself.

Devon sighed. He could refuse to tell, but he was going to anyway and his mother would have dragged it out if he had not.
"Well, Lark stumbled upon us on accident. It was during the meeting and well..." he went on to explain. Kaleb didn't interrupt. His wife didn't either for the most part. Only to get a few little details. It was sometime before he finished.
"That's why she's been sick. It was my fault. I was careless."

Devon shrugged. "I wasn't in very good control of myself mom. Why Lark was like that I was barely keeping myself from flinging people around the room." he said in his defense to the temper remark. "And it's hard to lose it with her around. Plus, Dad's temper is more scary. I gets really silent and the temperature drops, and you feel as if death is creeping up on you." he stated, straight faced. It was exaggerating greatly as a joke to with her father actually growled something about no respect.
"I do plan on taking her some place, but I don't want to until she in no danger of a relapse and her immune system is strong." He breathed in deeply. "Which shouldn't take long if she eats nothing but that." he said with a smirk. He hadn't often never gotten sick, but when he did he remembered her brews. He could almost swear there was a magic potion in there or something.

Devon nodded guilty. "Yeah. I least I can make up for it." he said. He stood and kissed his mom on the cheek. "Thanks. I really appreciate this." He looked at the thermos. "I almost wish I could make it, but your herbs seem to be volatile under my hands."
Kaleb chuckled briefly. "Stunk up the kitchen for a week. Then repeated the incident at school on purpose."
Devon grinned. "That was a work of genius. Though... it back fired. I smelt it for longer than everyone else. At least to me it was less stinky more ...odd." he shook his head. Middle school had been a riot. High school was just torture.
Suddenly Kaleb sighed. "I'll try to get used to the girl--"
"Lark." his son corrected.
"-- How long should I wait to see her, before he doesn't quake in my presence."
Devon grinned. "Whenever she's not sick and sitting by me. Where are you to staying anyway. I have plenty of room if you want to stay here."

Devon nodded and grinned before heading up to see Lark. She was still sleeping he was reluctant to walk to up. He wasn't sure if it was the best thing. Yet, she really should drink the soup while it was still hot.
Sitting down, he took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Lark?" he called her softly. "I've got something for you."

Kaleb returned Theresa's stared. After awhile he sighed. "I'm sorry, Theresa. I had to see if she was right for him.