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I can't get enough of looking at her, just knowing that she's okay. She looks okay but her face is sad. I can understand that though. A lot of wolves were lost in the blast. A lot of good wolves went down. I'm pretty sure my newborn children were among them and that saddens me more than anything. I never got the chance to be a father to my firstborn children but maybe in the future there will be more. I'll try not to rush it this time. I wrap my neck around her but she freezes. She doesn't respond, she doesn't embrace me back. Instead she just holds her ground until I back off. At my hurried questions, she takes a moment to figure out what she's going to say and then she answers, one at a time. I listen and nod. Yes, many died. It's all I can think of to say. I hang my head, ears flopping to the sides in defeat. I don't know yet who lived and who died. All I know is that I'm dying inside, that when I take a moment to let the emotions take over, that my mind will be fried from all the pain. My imprint with Laila has been severed but I know that she's still alive. Somehow through all the pain, I know that she still lives. I know that I have to find her, but right now, I just want to know how Belinda's doing. I wait there, shifting awkwardly now that the silence is hanging on us. I want to look at Belinda but what if she doesn't want to look at me? I can see that she's afraid. She probably doesn't know anything about her pack or her friends yet. She looks like she wants to speak but when she opens her mouth, nothing comes out. Finally she stands and I look at her, unsure of what's to come next. She walks over to me and I wait patiently and then she reaches out, nuzzling my fur. I exhale, letting out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. Slowly I reach out, running my nose through her fur. Finally I push my head into her fur, inhaling her sweet perfume. At least I know that she still cares about me. I want her to know that I care about her too. |