Eye of the Storm

He stared out at the distance, feeling oddly calm for a wolf that broke, well, wolf law. He knew this was reason to cut his throat, tear him open. He sighed softly then, his lips twitching slightly as she spoke, as if he longed to smile. He would tilt his head then, shifting back just enough so he could look at her better. Her eyes, her soft and gentle eyes. He'd sigh softly then, shaking his head as she offered to run away with him. There was no way in this world he could ever ask her to leave the place she called home, no way he could possibly ever rip her from her family. He knew how much they meant to her, how much she adored Vail. He couldn't do that to her. And now only that...he couldn't stay. He wanted too, but he couldn't...Voltage would know instantly. He stepped back slightly, letting his paw slide down as he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.  "I can't..." He whispered, trembling slightly. He wanted too, he knew he needed her.

"My storm is growing, Shaye...and if I don't learn how to handle it..." He remembered his brother's face, the look of pure terror that crossed his face, those stormy eyes wide with fear. He remembered towering over him, his injured elder brother, who promised the world but gave Arcus very little. The guilt that washed over him, it almost made him wince away. "I couldn't live with myself if I ever tried to harm you.." He whispered softly, his eyes closed tightly again as he tried to soak in her innocence, her purity. He needed her light. "I will be consumed...filled and ripped apart by the winds. I'll become a monster..." It was only a matter of time, the anger the burned within him, twisted at his mind. The storms, the winds, his anger and rage and sorrow and hurt. It battled, like a hurricane. "But I needed to see you, Shaye. You will always be the light to my storm." He whispered, opening his eyes just slightly to look at her, his brows pinched. "I wish I could stay here with you..." But he couldn't, for whatever reason.

"Burn Baby Burn"