There, he heard it. It was the sound of her voice. It was like a clear ring in his mind, like a bird in spring. She was calling him. She was bidding him to come forth, but to where? And how? Lillith was gone for many moons, and yet the past few days, she was back. She was here, and he could swear that he could feel her warmth next to him once again.

He was in his den- a rare thing, with eyes closed. It was hot, oh so hot and yet he craved the warmth of Lillith by his side, and yes, he could feel her here, he could smell her here and listen to the sounds of her voice. He had been tired as of late, like a heavy blanket had wrapped itself around him. He was start to think it was Lillith's jaws itself. And as he lay, listening to the occasional sweet nothings she would whisper into his ears, he heard a voice so outside of it all. It was his name, and yet it was not Lillith. It was a deeper voice, rougher, and his eyes shot open with his breath heavy.

He lay for a moment in the dirt and darkness of the morning. His mind was hazed, Lillith was not here, although he swore she was, and knew it surely...was not possible. Was he going...mad? Things had not been right with him the past few weeks, and this he knew was true. He knew his destiny was not what he once thought it was. Fate changes, toys with his mind, and he was certain of a something. Lillith's whispers ring of death, that he must do her bidding. He knew her bidding would only...drag down the pack of Iromar. He was not about to take it down with him.

And when he heard the voice of Aithne, and once his mind cleared somewhat despite the constant haze, he then lifted his form and slithered out of the den. His tongue hung from his mouth like a hot piece of damp flesh. His eyes lifted, tired and not at all there, to look at the capable woman who had risen so high in his ranks. She may not be a Demon- but he did not care for that anymore. She was the most dedicated, and he had set his sights on her long ago.

"Aithne..." he said in almost a whisper, his tongue attempting to draw back into his mouth, but the sheer heat of his disease ridden body did not allow it. He knew things were not right with him, that his muscle had grown shaky and his stomach did twist and turn at times. He was not fit, and he was weak. It was a moment hard, with a long silence.

"Aithne...It is time. My body, it still remains hot. It is...not how it should be, and her voice...her voice has been speaking to me, I have seen her, felt her by my side, but Aithne, this cannot be so..." he fumbled, his speech slurred as his eyes downcast.

"You...you must lead them, Aithne. I must...listen to her voice, and my body cannot..." he stated, although not admitting quite directly that he was growing weak due to disease. The pack needed someone strong to lead them, and it was no longer him.

"Just, let me live here a little longer. Let it be known that Avery's abilities are to be acknowledged, that Raven's dedications and efforts are to be honored. They are like...daughters to me, Raven...I have adopted her and yet I cannot be as I should, just make sure...make sure both of them are given their proper respect in this pack. Aithne- You must lead now- you hear?" he stated through gritting teeth, taking a few steps towards her with raising hackles. He did not want his request to be denied- that she be the head and alpha of Iromar from now on.