Heal me, baby

The familiar support of her Auntie was all she could have asked for in that moment. She just wanted to stay there with her, for as long as she could. Rhythm had been her mentor, and it was so easy to fall back into the motions of looking up to the older wolf. Of course, as she did so now, she realised that the memories had almost blinded her to how she looked now. There was an age to her, a weakness in her limbs. Her grip was not as tight as it use to be, and her eyes were shrouded over, even worse then Vail’s had always been.

“Oh Auntie.” she whispered softly, that growing-familiar anger rising up inside of her at the injustice she was witnessing. How dare they abuse this woman she loved so dearly, how dare they wear her thin, when she should have been enjoying a comfortable retirement, surrounded by family.

She grabbed control of the anger before it could go any further, taking a deep breath. The mention of her mother certainly helped to put a damper on her sharpened emotion. Her mother, a woman she had loved and fought, battered heads with and laughed with. She was gone. She was gone - but Rhythm was not. “Auntie. Please, won’t you come to live in Abaven with me? Live surrounded by pack and comfort, let me look after you, like once you looked after me.” Shaye whispered. She had decided not to live with them in her middle years, but perhaps now, as she grew old, she would want to return to the pack she had spent so much of her life.