He broke, clinging to her as tears fell. Bellamy said nothing, holding the man close. He was cold, so cold, hurting… her ears fell, green gaze full of understanding. His words would hurt though. Pain that he had yearned for her as he had. The irony that neither wolf had considered themselves worthy of love, and Fenix with the lost feelings of failing their pack. The two of them weren't so different, were they? Both hurting souls who feared they failed those who were left behind. A soft sigh escaped the woman and she moved her head over his shoulders in an act of comfort.
“Grief is a terrible and all-consuming beast, Fenix. Sometimes the best we can do is hold on… and that can be barely. Without someone who cares for us, we can become lost.” There was a gentleness to her tone as she spoke, understanding as she closed her eyes.
“I wish I could say I had the same feelings for you that you do for me… but though I do not view you in a romantic sense, the way I view you now is what brought me here. You are part of my family, Fenix. From the day I met you, I felt a kinship, happiness… a like-minded and dear friend to help us rise Ethne up.” A small smile appeared on her lips.
“I wish I hadn't been so blind to your heartbreak. A heart can not heal if no one reaches out. I was lucky enough that my daughter approached me… and when you came to the Hallows, I shouldn't have allowed you to leave.” Bellamy drew back now, letting her gaze try to find his.
“You are a founder of Ethne, same as myself, and our home is not whole without you. It won't be easy to find the path after losing so much… but trust me when I say it is possible, that no matter how much time passes, good things, love, can still come.” Bellamy rose, reaching into the supplies she had carried with her. She produced some dried meat, herbs, and a skin of water for the man at her side before settling once more.
“As long as there is breath in my lungs, Fenix, you are not alone. And if you leave home and go missing… I will always come for you.” A promise. “You need to eat. The herbs will provide strength, ease your aches… we’ll go when you are ready. Together.” She pressed her nose to his cheek. Mates or not, she cared deeply for the man and the pain he had endured. No one was meant to carry that alone…
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Berserker
