Winter Preperations
05-24-2016, 11:48 AM
His gold-orange eyes watched her, her smile weakening and even fading. His brows furrowed wondering what in the world was she thinking. Had her meeting with someone from the pack had gone illy? Or was she just upset that he hadn't seen anyone and was longing to be with her mate. When she spoke she almost stumbled through her words making him curious and vary intent on listening. Zeph, her mate, was still alive but it seemed she wasn't overjoyed about it. As she continued he remained confused hearing at how Zeph had acted, not happy to see her when he should have been. It had even made Vern's blood boil a bit towards the male. He would do anything for Ilona to still be alive, for him to see her beautiful face again. Why did Zeph act so angry with Caelum. He tried to remain focused on her, keeping himself from letting his emotions get the best of him, they were already discussing a touchy subject and he wasn't sure how well controlled he could be. He could easily tell Zeph had hurt her and the man was not good at showing his more softer side nor did he really know what to do to comfort her. She was doing a great job keeping her composure, but Vern knew because he could remember how Caelum used to be. He knew she was different when he first saw her not just because she seemed a little dirty or worn, but just her posture. Both Caelum and him had been through a lot and they had changed from the attack on the pack until now. She began again, explaining what had happened and what Zeph thought had happened his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to understand why the male would feel she would run from the pack at a time like that. Though what she explained next really knocked his emotions and his heart clenched. He felt his blood boil and his body grow hot with anger. His eyes darkening and his lip muscles twitching. Clenching his teeth the male tried to refrain from snarling, from lashing out and causing a sceane, though the man's thoughts made Vern angry. How dare he try to blame Ilona, she was doing her job and it had not been her fault at all. He abruptly looked away from her casting his glance away so she didn't think the mixture of emotions in his eyes were towards her. If that man was standing here right now Vern would have a hard time resisting the urge to rip into him. His claws dug into the ground as he tried to push back what he was feeling, trying to keep himself calm. He took in a deep breath and let out a vary shaken sigh, ears laying back against his head. "He's wrong," he replied before looking back to her, his eyes still darkened and hard as he tried not to show all the emotions that were running through him. She didn't need it, not now, not when she herself was hurt. Maybe someday they could get to the nitty gritty of the feelings about the man's words, but right now Vern had to right the wrong thoughts Zeph had placed in Caelum's mind. He had to protect what was left of her, the sweet memories that were left in the minds of the ones she knew. He would not let anyone speak or think ill of her because there was nothing she had done wrong. He owed her that, he owed himself that. "Ilona and I were doing our jobs that night, the best that we could manage. When we had met at our normal spot we reported to each other our findings. The group that had attacked our pack remained just inside our boarders for sometime, keeping to the perimeter of the territory. Several scents made it hard to determine exactly how many there had been so for a while the two of us fallowed the trails. I had discovered where one of the scents had split off from the others, which if I hadn't been tracking slow I would have missed it completely. I felt I could easily handle one wolf alone and rather risk both sets of eyes I told Ilona to keep to the parameter of the territory. I told her if she were to find anyone she was to call to me and call to warn the pack." His eyes closed as the memories of that night resurfaced, the throbbing pain in his heart from loosing her. He should have done things differently, maybe she would still be alive. "When I realized that the trail I was fallowing was not turning back I howled to warn the pack, but it was cut short when I was attacked by the male I had been fallowing. I did my best to fight, to try and defend myself and to get free to defend the others in the pack, but the male overpowered me and eventually was able to bash my head into a rock big enough to knock me out. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up they were gone and I saw all the bodies, most unrecognizable do to the damage. Ilona was the last body I found," his teeth clenched as his stomach grew tight. He felt the urge to vomit at the site he found her in and Vern had to take a moment to compose himself again. "There must have........ been several that attacked her alone..... I um....." he was stumbling over his thoughts, his words and he couldn't do it. The scarred male felt the numbness of grief taking him over again, the hatred towards himself for never expressing his feelings to her. He loved her, more then he had realized then and the thought of her being gone forever broke him down. This was the first time he had discussed this, the first he talked about it and it was still vary fresh. Perhaps with time the pain would fade, but right now it was to much for him. He stood and moved away from Caelum, keeping the pain in his eyes from her view. He couldn't let his alpha see him in this weakened state. He would sit with his back to her as he looked out over the lake. "I did my best to lay her to rest comfortably," that was all he had left to say. He couldn't tell her that he stared at her ripped up form for hours or that he had to stay by her grave for a few days. It was to much to handle all at once. Talking & Thinking |
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