when you lose something you can not replace

Samara helped him home to Abaven, he managed to remain on his feet but collapsed readily once they were safely behind Abaven’s borders. The once alpha didn’t keep a den, but finding a nice cave in the plains was easy enough. Rhyme didn’t remember much from the return, after hitting the ground his exhaustion took over and he didn’t stir for a day.

Rhyme was beginning to wake up now, it was night and darkness reigned. He blinked open his blue and lavender eyes as wakefulness began to take him. As he regained consciousness the weight of the world settled back upon him and Rhyme closed his eyes again as tears began to well up within them. He was closer to reality than he had been in the weeks previously and his loss weighed massively upon him. His chest had a gaping hole within it where his heart had been torn out.

Involuntary whines fell from his lips as he wallowed helplessly, again he yearned for the fog of illusion. He wanted to see Shaye and yearned for her sweet embrace. Samara’s scent was heavy in the den, and the old man tried to focus on her. To focus on reality despite the pain in him was easier with Rara so close. The mental clarity was both blessing and curse as he lay incapacitated on the den floor.