Who Will Falter, Who Will Conquer

Alastor was a barely contained mess of psychopathy and volatile emotions in the wake of the incident with Relm and the miscarriage of his unexpected children. He lived his past few days in the haze of his medication, the carefully crafted cocktail of drugs keeping him stable enough that he didn’t snap and wind up murdering a couple of Elysian wolves. Manea had tended to his fragile mental and emotional states while she took care of disciplining Relm and Irilyth for their transgressions and to her credit she had done a tremendous job keeping the unstable dire wolf sane and levelheaded while she cleaned up the mess. Alastor had avoided Relm during this process, solely because he feared what he might do if left to his own devices around the woman who had enraged and damaged him so. He had already done unspeakable violence to Irilyth in revenge for her defying her alpha and being an accomplice to Relm’s misdeeds; what would happen to Relm if he lost control?

Relm hadn’t spoken a word to him since she had kicked him out of the medical den and away from his deceased children, so it was a great surprise to him when Ikigai delivered a message from the pink woman asking him to come see her. At first, Alastor considered ignoring the request, the same way she had disregarded his feelings when she had forced him out and away from her. In the end, he did choose to go though. He felt compelled to; he had to see her to see if she felt any sort of remorse for how she had hurt him. Perhaps unwisely though, Alastor opted not to drug himself up before going to see her. He wanted his head clear and mind sound when he confronted her. How this turned out for Relm would rest entirely in the fae’s paws.

Trudging down from his mountain home, Alastor sought out Relm’s den on Alias Island. He found her lying just within, and the dire brute entered without waiting for her welcome or permission. He stood in the entryway, black eyes leering down at her on the bedding where they had once made love. Oh, how things had soured so quickly… "You needed something?"he asked in gruff tones, cold and pained eyes fixed to Relm’s face while he awaited whatever demands she had of him this time.

"Alastor"