That hurt Senton’s and Rena’s pride, but they smiled and did as their son asked.
"What’s the matter, young man? Have you made up your mind about Awakening?" Lith sounded jovial as he threw the bait, but Lenart didn’t notice either thing.
"Mind link with everyone." The boy’s extended hand trembled like a leaf, and tears veiled his eyes. "Please."
Lenart was trying and failing to be strong, and Lith pretended not to notice in respect for his determination.
"Sure, buddy." The telepathic connection didn’t show the Awakened’s attack on Zekell’s house.
It started right from the moment Lenart had first noticed Makhari.
Lith, Rena, and Senton watched the Byk fighting a hopeless battle. Makhari had no chance of victory, paying with blood and limbs the bruises he inflicted on the Awakened.
They saw the Byk lose his life to win the battle. Makhari’s roars had brought Reaper to Lenart, and his sacrifice had bought the King in the South the time he needed to reach the boy.
Rena almost burst into tears at the magical beast’s noble death. She was grateful to Makhari for saving her son and angry with herself for being unable to do the same. Yet she held everything in, knowing that Lenart was this close to falling apart.
Senton shared similar feelings, but he expressed them by holding his son’s shoulder. He wanted Lenart to know that his father understood him and was there for him.
"Thank you for showing me this, Lenart. It was brave of you." Lith nodded. "I promise you I’ll reward the Byk clan properly."
Reaper had reported everything to Lith already, but he hadn’t gone into detail about the circumstances of the boy’s rescue because he had arrived when the fight was already over.
"I’m not brave, Uncle Lith." Lenart sniffled. "I..."
It took him several gulps and a few minutes to finish the sentence.
"I’m the reason Makhari is dead. I want to apologize to his family, but I’m too afraid to face them on my own. Can you please come with us?"
Rena’s eyes went wide in understanding. Whenever one of his children acted badly towards their neighbors or playmates, Senton and Rena brought them to apologize to the person they had wronged.
Lenart wanted his parents to come with him for moral support and his uncle for protection. The young boy was terrified of how the Byk might react and didn’t want to put his parents in danger for something he had done.
"Of course." Lith nodded. "Give me a second. I need to make a few calls."
After the battle of the day before, the Byk clan had received plenty of food and all the treatments its warriors needed. They were a bit annoyed at being summoned so early in the morning, but a free breakfast was more than worth the trouble.
They came in numbers, surrounding the Mansion while keeping themselves at the fringes of the Trawn Woods. Lenart misunderstood their intentions and started to quiver in his boots, feeling like a criminal standing trial.
"Makhari’s family. Please." It was all he managed to say.
Lith relayed the request to Reaper, who returned after a few seconds with a huge black Byk.
"I’m Kusho, Makhari’s litter brother. What do you want, little man?" He sat on his hind quarters and scratched his head, trying to look as harmless as he could.
Lenart was still clinging to his mother’s gown and needed sheer willpower to let it go. Yet it was his father’s hand on his back that gave him the strength to step forward and speak.



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