Okay, so maybe jumping the gun on attacking first wasn't such a good idea but I must have a small bit of my crazy grandfather's temper to make me act so out of my head. I blame Devil. Surely Heyel would have handled this better so it must be that bad blood. Of course, Vega drives me crazy so the thought of anyone being near her that I don't know or trust is enough to send me into a blood frenzy. I just want her to be safe and sound. I think back to that time when the valley flooded and I had to go save her from drowning. I stayed with her all day and night until she recovered enough to come home and then I carried her. I couldn't leave her then and it killed me to leave her now but I knew that if I didn't go find a healer, then I would be watching her die and I couldn't do that either. And so the choice was made.

Meryl is quick, much quicker than I gave him credit for and he's hard to keep up with but once we reach the ravines, he must know where he's going because he launches forward as if finding a new gear and I have to push myself even harder to keep him in sight. I guess being smaller has its advantages. He looks surprised as I am to find another in her den but the sight of him drives me over the edge. Maybe a subconscious part of myself knows what he is to Vega and maybe this is a factor in the whole crazy part of what I did next. Maybe somehow I knew that he could only be here because he's connected to her in a way I can never be and that drives me insane. And so I launch at him with everything I've got, careful to angle myself so that the impact will drive him further from my mate and children, not closer. I wouldn't want any injuries to the pups I just spent an hour cleaning. That was a lot of hard work and nasty tastes on my tongue.

He growls and snaps back and this only feeds the killer hidden deep inside me. I may have never drawn blood on someone before but when a wolf on my territory attacks back, that just gives me more reason to snap. I keep going at him, tasting his blood on my tongue after a good shot to his shoulder. I know it's not a crippling injury but then, I don't want him crippled. That would mean he can't go anywhere and that's the opposite of what I want. I want him gone. As in right NOW. But instead he keeps fighting me and the anger on his face is true as if he feels justified in this. What the hell is his problem? Am I interrupting his meal or something? The thought in itself angers me more but then I hear his voice and I slow my attacks just enough to hear him better. He is SCOLDING ME?! I curl my lips once more in distaste. The rest of his speech just infuriates me more. What the hell is he talking about? Why would she go to him? She doesn't even know him! Or does she?

I pause and glance toward my unconscious mate, ears flickering in uncertainty for the first time. Then he says it, the magic word. The curse that lives in Moladian. My ears flatten to my skull as the I word rolls off his tongue and my eyes narrow in distrust.

"I had to go get help. There was nothing I could do for her and there is nothing you can do either. She is safe right where she is and Glorall doesn't have the best healer in Moladian so shut your trap when you don't know what you're talking about. Your imprint is my mate and mother of my children so I suggest you back down now."

My voice only lowers as I speak but the tone is dangerous, a threat concealed beneath the smooth accent. I could care less what the male thinks of me because I don't like him or his temper. He thinks he can just waltz in here and scold me for asking for help? I don't care what kind of connection he shares with Vega. She obviously didn't want it if she chose to be my mate. I can tell Meryl is getting a little frustrated so I step back and shift my weight. I really want to be pacing right now, what with the adrenaline now flowing through my veins but I know that wouldn't help with his concentration so I force myself to be still, calling on some of that discipline that Heyel is trying to put into me. His scolding is heeded with a sigh as I flick my ears toward Vega and quiet down. Sure, a part of me doesn't think he has the right to yell at me, with me being heir and all, but at the same time, I know Vega's life now lies in his paws and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that so for the moment, I choose to hold my tongue.

At one point, I glance at my mate and I swear I see her eyes trying to focus so I move closer to her with a whine of greeting, leaning my head down to lick gently at her forehead. I could care less if the one who claims to own her soul is watching. She's mine to protect and love and I won't share that with anyone. I can see that she is stressed and my ears prick at her words, flicking back the moment I understand what she's saying. She must have heard us fighting. I'm too proud to admit I went too far and way too proud to apologize but I will concede enough to give up instigating the fight as long as he keeps his distance from her. I can tell that after a moment, she's unconscious again and I whimper softly in my throat, lifting my head to look at Meryl. My eyes are wide, wanting some kind of update or command. Give me anything to take my mind off the fact that my mate is fading right before my eyes.

{Kane x Isola} {5 years} {Diveen's Heir} {Vega's Heart}
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