YOU SHALL DRIP RUBIES {[COVARI]}

She looked... she looked hurt, which in itself was perhaps one of the most confusing things of all. How has Sib gotten hurt in this? He had thought it was only his own heart on the line, being worn about his throat for the world to see. He didn't even know anymore, if he ever did in the first place,where his heart might lie. There had been a time when he thought it had lied with Othello, but her heart had been given to another and she was perhaps his first heart break. He knew he felt something for Vi, some deep respect and loyalty that would have had him follow her through the ages. After all, she had seen something in him even his only family had not. She had trusted him with power and with her pack and had lead him to the world of pack life. Then there was Sib, a woman he had admired in her beauty and power and had thought that well there was friendship between them the only other emotion had been lust.



He could see now how wrong he had been, that she had been wronged and hurt by his foolish actions. He wasn't sure he could stay here, in this place where he had made so many mistakes and held so much regret. He knew also that he could not leave Vi, he could not abandon her when he had promised his service to her and her pack. He hung his head lower, feeling shame in his chest. Perhaps he was finally starting to work out the emotions in his heart and in the hearts around him ? too late fo course, too late.



She told him not to lie to her and his throat burned, he was laying parts of his heart on the counter between them and she was accusing him of lying? Perhaps there was too much in him that she did not like or did not wish to hear, perhaps he shamed her. 'Why should I help you' she said and it was a question with merit and one he didn't have an answer too. But she asked also what was keeping here, and in part he had worked some of this out already ?You, and Vi? Responsibility? Promises? I don't even know anymore? The last sentence came out in a whispered sigh



She would say his name now and his breath would catch in his throat and again his eyes would snap open. There was no world no, no wolves about them, no pack ? no Ekko and no words that she might have spoken . There was himself, and Sib, his friend and the girl he had hurt and wronged. God, a part of him wanted her to tear into his flesh, to deal him pain and hurt so that he would not have to see it in her eyes any more, and would wear instead in a badge across his flesh so that she would not have to wear it in her heart. ?Sibelle? he would whisper back.