Tempest Coming
Raegan was burning with as when he looked at his daughter's unconscious body.
Wounds and cuts that bled sluggishly. Wounds that had not been made in the name of training.
Raegan knew that he should not be so emotional, but despite how it appeared, his daughter was the apple of his eye, and knowing that she was hurt with the intent to kill didn't sit right with him.
Yet, they were warriors, and Raegan knew that this was not the first nor the last time that Lucielle would be harmed. So, he curbed the vicious bite in his chest, tempering it as he fought with his reflexive urges.
Letting go of the urge to dole violence out onto the next person was easier said than done, but something that he had ample experience with.
But even when he had let go of the urge to harm for the sake of harming, that didn't mean that he would extract retribution if it came down to it.