what hurts the most

He watched Deathbelle, watched as she caught the scent in his coat, and her world began to crumble. His face twitched, trying to show no emotion as he watched his old friend. Watched a wolf that let love rule her life so strongly that she crumbled when it was taken from her. He couldn’t even say he didn’t understand, not after how Zee’s death had broken him.

He would always love Deathbelle, but he could not be the wolf that saved her, as much as he wished he could. “Deathbelle…” he said softly, watching as she tried not to crumple before him. “I thought she was dead ” He said, trying to… to what? To justify how badly he had hurt her? Again? He never would have fallen into her arms if Zee had been alive, never would have let her open her heart to him and let her risk herself. A cruel part of him wanted to whisper how he had told her he would be the death of her, if she trusted him. The part of him that wanted to lash out, because anything was better than this slow, silent falling that was happening between them.