I am in so much pain, but I fight through it. I can feel my teeth aching, my legs screaming at me to stop, but I cannot. I must go on until I find Solaris and the healer. I cannot let a precious second waste allowing my muscles to rest. I continued to drag him, seeing fur being left behind that I know I will get later once he is better. I do see out of the corner of my eye, another wolf coming towards me. I do not stop though. I continue until he is upon us. He is of a cream color, and white, but I do not know who he is. I stop my dragging, as he begins to inspect Roamin. I feel...strange having him so close to him. I feel conflicted. I am stuck here, forever, feeling his presence torn from me like it were my own skin, and yet I cannot bear to let another touch him like my mother did. I am given to uncontrollably bear my teeth at him, a warning growl curling up in my throat. I do not want him harming him. I cannot allow it, and yet what if he is the healer?

My teeth are covered suddenly, and my frantic face morphs as I see the pain in his eyes. I need to know if he can help, if he was the healer I called for. He needs to put Roamin back together, he needs to put us back together like we belong. We are here, yes, me and Roamin, he is just not...here, and I feel it every second as my legs tremble.

"You...you can make him better?" I asked, then the male asking who it was that did this. My ears fall back, and my form curls back a bit at the questions. I had not even thought of her. She does not exist anymore. Ruby allowed Obsidian to take her away after she was done with all of the blood. I bit my lip, my form still trembling like a thin tree in a cruel winter storm.

"M-mother? There is no mother. She is gone. She does not exist, you see, I had to stop her, she does not matter, she showed no mercy so I showed no mercy, and I had to help him, yes, I had to, and you can heal him, right? You need to hurry, okay, okay, you need to hurry, please hurry there isn't much time," I say, my voice increasing in speed and lacing with panic and the croak of a cry at the end. I am covered in her and Romain's blood if I know it or not, my very own red demon marks extended by the life of two others. My yellow eyes gaze at the older male, and within them I expect his answer to be that he will help him, make him all better and that everything will be okay, and yet he speaks of me being safe and no harm coming to me. My lips twitch into baring my fangs again, offended that he dare speak of me when Roamin lay in the dirt needing his help.

"HELP HIM!" I scream, my breath huffing and puffing as I can feel my hackles raising without hesitation, Obsidian wishing them to raise in these moments. I am broken from my stare towards Sen as Solaris comes, my breath growing more easy. I allow him next to me, my form still shaking as my legs feel like they are about to collapse, but Obsisian holds them up for me, she guides me and gives me strength and reaction when I am too tired to do so myself. I feel Solaris' muzzle, and I can only give my shaky one in return.

It was strangely nice to feel the Angel by my side right now. I craved more of it, the warmth that he gave, and yet it never seemed to warm the chilling of my heart that was only growing colder with each second. I am stuck with a void, the part of Roamin gone within me. I respond to his first question.

"Yes, make him better, please," I said as my words get caught in my throat at the end. He then states he is unable to fix his body, and I knew that Solaris was not healer, or at least, I thought. I only find myself shaking more against him, my breathing increasing once more. I do not understand what he means by keeping his soul safe. Was this something that needed to be done? I do not know. I just feel he is ripped from me, that the world is incomplete for eternity, and yet if Solaris can keep whatever was ripped from me safe until someone can heal him, well, I cannot say no, despite the fact that I may not understand what is going on.

I hear what he says in the Latin tongue. I am then suddenly throw back in my mind, memories of me as pup being taught our own chant at death, and even though I refuse to think Roamin in gone, refuse to think he is dead just...wandering elsewhere, perhaps this will keep him safe too. I take a sharp breath in.

"Anima tua reditum ad patrum nostrorum, et susceperint vos, flammis inferni, ut a multis tibi carnibus epulantur, tua semper recta, ut tremere in facie Angelorum." I whisper, almost completely to myself. I do not know if it will help. He is not a Demon, but I am desperate. I will do anything to keep his soul safe until I can have it back. I will say any words, I will kill as many as I had to bring his smile and joy back to the land.

Yet when Solaris speaks again I am given to shake my head. I still cannot believe I cannot have him back now. Resting, gone, does this mean I am to forever feel this way? Empty? I find myself shrinking into my own body, my eyes staring at Roamin as I see him covered in blood. I...I cannot go back to Iromar, not yet, and although I for now feel no guilt over killing my once mother, I know that Father will find out, and Father will kill me. Mother killed my Imprint and I killed his. This must mean he will kill me as I killed her. I gulped as this thought wiggled into my brain. I am lost, without a home, and this feeling will never go away.

"He...he cannot...no, I can't....I can't go back," I whisper, my eyes flinging up to Sen and then to Solaris in complete panic. Perhaps Sen had meant that he would make sure Father wouldn't kill me. But I have no where to go, no where to be, I am broken in the soul. "Where...Where can I go? What can I do? I...I must get him back, I don't...don't have a choice," I said in a raised voice, my smaller form rushing to Roamin's side once more, my paw touching onto his chest as I begin to shake him. "Wake up, Roamin, WAKE UP!" I scream, my body giving in, Obsidian unable to hold me as I collapse right next to him, a pained whine escaping my throat.

In this moment, I know I will never be whole again. Nothing will ever be the same.