Take Me Down

He hadn’t been there. He wanted so badly to be released from his wounds to help in the battle outside but Indigo had been barred in his room, by the only wolf that could have kept him in here. Indigo begged and pleaded but Iolaire had put her foot down and the wounded boy could not go outside. His father was here, he’d been there in Indigo’s stead and even still the massive violet boy felt he had failed his grandmother for not being at her side in the end. That’s why he was here, to help defend the Hallows and instead he was kept inside. A result of another of his own decisions. He felt frustrated that he couldn’t place any blame when that was all he wanted to do to ease the ache in his chest.

To rub salt in his wound he couldn’t help afterwards either, which soured and darkened his mood even further. For the first time ever Indigo slept apart from the wolves in his suites. Not that he slept at all. Indigo couldn’t go very far on his own so he had laid brooding in the main hall all night. His form still, his chest aching, and his heart long broken.

When Ulric called for them Indigo struggled to his feet, his sown flesh was tight but not overly warm to the touch. Iolaire, as always, did a perfect job putting him back together. There was a long way to go before he was fully healed and his slow shuffle towards the courtyard was proof enough of that. Indigo lingered in the outskirts, wanting anything but to be social as his blue eyes fell on Resin’s shrouded form. His heart dropped again as he looked over the gathered wolves and Tamsyn. He swallowed lightly and lowered his gaze to the bright green grass at his paws, and silently he prepared his farewell to alpha, mentor, and grandmother.