I feel her fear and everything else is swept away. The moment I feel it, I know that I must find her and I know that she's in danger. I thought I could control this. I thought I knew I was doing. Now I feel so helpless that it's killing me. I feel nauseas and light headed, dizzy and yet as clear headed as I've ever felt. I burst forward with as much speed as I can muster, darting through the forest like a banshee on fire. I've never felt so flustered, so urgent about anything. I've never felt like I can't run fast enough.
And yet in this moment, even if I were there now with her, it wouldn't be soon enough. My ears are flat to my skull, my tail whipping out behind me, a rudder with no purpose since my heart is in my throat. I can feel in my soul that she's in the Grotto so I race as fast as I can, my sides heaving but I don't give in an inch. Something tells me her life may depend on it. Even as I reach the darkness of the caverns, I know that something is not right. I can feel it in my gut, that Ailith is hurt and needs my help. I race deep into the caverns, blind in the darkness as I didn't give my eyes enough time to adjust but a few blinks as I run are enough for me to better see a wall before I smack into it.
As I turn the corner, I see a flash of white and the wide blue eyes of my imprint as she disappears over the edge of a cliff. Her name becomes a snarl in my throat as I rush the male whose directly in my vision. I know that he's responsible by the sarcastic chuckle on his lips. He doesn't get to finish it because I lunge at him, tackling him to the ground as my teeth start snapping at whatever I can reach. He fights back and I feel teeth dig into my shoulder but I feel a bone between my teeth and I clamp down, shaking until I hear the audible break. He cries out and bites into my neck this time but he's only got the thick scruff so I move upward, tearing into something soft and very giving. His abdomen. I hit gold, tasting the inner fluids of stomach and bile. The wolf's cries cut off his biting frenzy as he pulls away and instead of finishing him, I let him go, my soul already aching to go to her.
I can hear him dragging himself away and I know he won't make it far but he's no longer on my mind. I swear I heard her say something but it didn't sound like a language I know. I did understand the tone though, a clear cry for help. I rush to the edge and look down but even as I'm searching frantically for her broken body, I hear someone's dragging paws and then a tiny voice saying my name. I turn right as she collapses and I cry out in a voice I don't recognize, one so full of pain and agony that I'm not sure it could be me. I didn't even know I could make that sound. I'm at her side within moments, nudging and nuzzling her, checking her injuries and licking anywhere I see dirt or blood.
"Kom tillbaka till mig, min själ. Lämna inte mig."
(Come back to me, my soul. Don't leave me)
I revert to my native language as I plead with her in a soft murmur. My Viking pack days may be long over but the language behind it never died.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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