The promise she made gave Ruger the relief he had been looking for. The tension still traveling through his body relaxed, and the stallion gave a heavy breath as if he had been holding it for a very long time. Trailing his dark nose from her shoulder onto her neck, it let the soft touch of her mane brush over his face as he drew her scent in on another deep inhale. She was all he would ever need, and for the sake of his own sanity, Ruger could not lose her again.


Pulling back, his wolfish gaze looked to her first then over to Ryder. Though he had not spoken with his son very many times, he had missed the colt too. Ruger knew he needed to change that; to change it with Bacardi too. Maybe later, when this was all over and the islands settled down again, he would take Ryder on a trip to see his half-brother. But this was not the time to be thinking of that. They still were not safe here, on enemy soil.


Turning, Ruger looked off towards Luthien. The lightening still danced across the sky, but it seemed the storm had moved further away. By time they had made it to the beaches of their home, it would be safe to swim. Looking back to Evanescence, his expression grew serious. “You must seek refuge in the prairie with Shamwari.” he said, though he barely could speak the words much less make the step he took back from them. “There is one thing I must do, then I will be by your side again.” the stallion promised. “You need to go, while there is still a chance.” Ruger ushered, not wanting Warsaw to catch wind of them.