MEN SHOULD KEEP THEIR WORD . . .

Adrenaline drove the male forward, forcing himself to push his limbs harder and harder. He could feel his muscles straining as he ran at full sprint, but the cries of the young femme urged him onward. He didn’t know what was happening, and he was afraid he would be too late to help. So all he could do was push forward and try. But it seemed that he would be too late. Grey Wind could tell that it was no ordinary beast that was causing the issue. Once he was closer he could figure out part of the problem as to why he didn’t know who the intruder was. It was a vampire standing at their borders, his lack of scent helping him hide his identity. Grey Wind knew first hand that just because this stranger was a vampire did not mean that he was necessarily a bad creature. His mate was evidence of that fact. So this brute had no excuse to use the fact that he was a vampire for causing harm to another. He could have been an evil being before being turned for all Grey Wind knew. He knew nothing about this creature or his past. But right now that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that one of the pack members was in danger, and he would do everything in his power to protect her.

But the warrior had made it to the border too late. By the time he arrived the vampire was already turning to flee. Kershov was there, and had heard whatever speech the devil had given before he left. Coward that he was, he could not stand to face the two warriors was all that Grey Wind could assume. But he didn’t want to let him go. Seeing that Kershov’s daughter had already passed and could not be saved drove anger and rage through him. This stranger had to face what he had done and be punished accordingly. Keeping his moment going forward, the scaled brute charged forward, hoping to reach the vampire and stop his escape. But the words of his alpha reached his ears, and forced him to stop in his tracks. “Return home, Akkuknak. Draven is not someone who can be destroyed without a plan. I will not have any other wolves harmed because of that leech…” Grey Wind came to a halt, panting heavily from the exertion and watching the last view of the intruder before he was gone from sight. Everything in him wanted to chase him down, but Kershov knew better.

Turning around, Grey Wind padded back across the border to the bloody site that left them. He was able to sympathize more for what the king was going through now that he himself was a father. He couldn’t imagine the pain of losing one of his young. Kerhsov must be going through inner agony. His vocals gave a hint to the pain he felt, but he did not outwardly weep or show any emotion. Yellow orbs looked to the brute that had been his friend for years now. He wished there was something he could do to help. But there was nothing that could bring relief to Kershov’s pain. Even if he had been able to take down the vampire, it could not bring Gwyneria back. The warrior took a seat next to his leader, his plume reaching out to touch the alpha’s hip. ”Kershov, I am so sorry, I got here too late. I cannot imagine the pain you must feel…” He didn’t know what else to do. He felt helpless, and all he wanted to do was try to relieve the pain his friend felt.