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Devon wasn't getting much from Lark, but he could still tell when she was asleep.
"Mom, I'm going home. I'll take care of the rest tonight at home," he said, storming past."
"Don't break anything in that house!" she called a warning after him. She shook her head and looked down at her desk, ignoring the questioning look of the human employees.
She was worried sick though. Her sons decision were not her business now that he was grow, but she was still his mother. She knew confrontation with alpha didn't work well, but she had to do something.
She warned Kaleb that Devon was coming for starters. He was not to be in the house.

Devon's car entered the drive way, engine a dull roar that die quickly. he stormed for the door and wretched it open. quick as a whip he was up the stairs entering Lark's room. She was asleep and he paused. He looked down at her. She looked like an angel sleeping there. He relaxed just a bit and almost smiled.
He gentle checked her head and got angry all over again, especially when he saw all the bruised covering her.
Movement caught his eyes outside the widow. He could see his father out there. Forgoing doors, he opened the window and hopped out.
"I asked you to take care of her." he snarled.

Devon crossed his arms, stiff as a board. "Oh? And the fact that her cover fire completely disappeared has nothing to do with you?" he asked. "I guess I should be glad it wasn't a real battle, or she would have died!" he shouted. "Forgive me if I'm overreacting when I once again have Lark injured in bed! She deserves better than that!"
He took a menacing step forward.

Kaleb had something on him there. Devon felt a stab of guilt for ignoring Lark's wishes. She would be disappointed in him if she ever found out. but he could stand to show his father that he was right.
"I.. It... That's irrelevant!" he fumed, loosing coherency.
He looked away as his elder continued, because he was still right and he hated it. His own guilt grew.
He was proud of her. Very proud and surprised to see such strength in her. Even if it was just a game. A part of him knew she had it in her. She had survived much with him and the wolves. And he agreed. He hated that he dragged Lark into his violent world. He was half furious with himself that he would always be dragging her into something dangerous. He just wanted to rip something apart in his rage. And he knew she would hate seeing that.
He glared at Kaleb, form rippling in his anger. He would have jumped him then but his previous thought was what made him decide to turn a rip a branch off the nearest tree instead. He leaned against the tree trying to calm down.
His wolf was protective and vicious, and being a werewolf made that hard to control. But it also brought out the darker side of human nature. That obsessiveness and murderous rage. If he couldn't control himself was he really fit to the King of all of the weres? What was wrong with him?
"I. Am. Proud." he growled, voice clipped as he struggled for control. He wanted to fight Kaleb, but the man was still his father. I would be wrong. Lark would not be pleased. In fact, shed blamed herself in some way.
"I. HATE.... all of this. She deserves better than violence and stupid tests." He closed his eyes trying to take deep breathes.
Devon still didn't turn his back to Kaleb, or take his burning yellow eyes off him.

Devon stood by the tree for some time, breaking the branch he ripped off into smaller pieced to help with his anger issue. He wasn't above loosing his temper, but nearly his self control? It has been years since he last threw such a fit. He needed to get his priorities sorted out. Or else his position and many peoples safety could be in jeopardy.
Plus, if he couldn't get himself back into both ruling and running his company, things could go down hill fast. And if he was so violent, how could he show Lark the good in his world?
He sighed and rubbed his face. Apparently he wasn't done learning to do his duties. His pride and childish grudge against his father would cost him one day. He wasn't a testosterone driven teenage anymore. He needed to stop acting like one.
Finally, he leap up and grabbed the window sill to reenter Lark's room. He closed it behind him and sat back to watch over Lark.

Devon shrugged. "I got off a few hours early. I figured I'd come check on you." he said. He looked down at her, his eyes still bright gold from the rage he had been in earlier, but the look in them was gentle.
"That's quite a bump you got. And some good bruises on your arms." he remarked. He still was not pleased with that.

Devon looked away. "Yeah. Really odd." he grumbled. He got up so he could move the chair closer to her bed.,
"You should rest more if you need to. I can bring you something to eat if you want it later."
He leaned back and looked around. There was a medicine container on the nightstand. Kaleb must have picked it up while bringing Lark home. Picking it up, it seemed to be just a mild pain killer.
"This will probably help with the headache. I'll get you some water." He stood up to go to the bathroom for a moment.
He returned with a small paper cup of water.