The healer had finally finished her work, and Zee had been given time to rest. The guard waited anxiously outside the den, sleeping in front of the door, where he could not trouble her with the sight of him, but still keep her safe. He was replaying the scene over and over again in his head. The dream that had captured him, and then the moment he had awoken, and realised his teeth were clamped about the throat of Zee.
He could still taste her blood in his lips. He kept himself from shuddering at the memory, but only just. Such a fool he was, lulled into complacency by the easy life in this pack. Of his friendship with Zee. he should have been protecting her, instead he had invited her into his den. He had given her the impression he would keep her safe, and he had turned on her.
There was something broken inside of him. It wasn’t the first time he had had the thought. He was going to have to embrace it sooner rather than later. Perhaps he needed to isolate himself from those he loved. Well the number of wolves that fell under that category was very, very small, it didn’t make the idea any easier. He slumped down further, tail flicking against the earth as he concealed his growl. He wasn’t certain exactly what he was going to do next, but he would need to make his decision soon.
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