What hurts the most

The Warlord had struggled with sleep for the majority of his life. Lately, some of the night terrors of old had returned . When he did manage to snatch a moment here or there, he was often awoken with Bear holding him down to ensure he didn’t lash out and hurt himself. It left him ragged, and avoiding his bed more than ever. I'm not turning my back on my whole family. Just on you.

He was heading back to his den to grab a clean set of bracers when he realised there was a wolf outside of his den. It took him a frightening moment to realise who it was, as sleep deprivation fogged his brain. His heat rate kicked up a notice at the sight of a tawny wolf. Zee. He felt something squeeze at his heart, and then release it again. No, of course not. It was Charlie. “Charlie, what can I do for you?” He said, assuming the younger wolf was there looking for him.


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