Shade could stay away no longer; he’d tracked his love’s scent to a sacred place, at least to him and to her. It was a place that they did not call home, but they liked it there. He went to the Bramble Falls, the majestic sight of the beauty. He was right by the waterfall as he gazed around gently. He knew she was there somewhere. This was a choice they both needed to make, and he would not, no, he could not go against his instincts now. The heat smell was too strong for him to resist. It was here that they had finally made up their minds. Regardless of what Elettra might do to them, they were going to mate, even if it meant leaving the place that sheltered them. It was worth it, because he was with her and they would always be together. Together they would be through blood, mind and soul.

Shade’s eyes sparkled with a fiery passion to find her. Where was she, he scented around for her, but to no avail… yet. Would she even give him this honor? This was not in any means of disrespect towards Elettra, but he was hers and she was his. He simply refused to be kept from this right. He would leave Willow Ridge, the pack he had served for about ¾ of a year now. He’d give his soul to Satan just for this honor. This was it, it was the moment of truth. He let out a short howl for her. Was she there, would she appear, or disappear even further into the forest that surrounded the falls?

Shade’s gaze gently turned to Rosealia as she arrived, a smile on his face as his tail swayed from side to side. “My beloved, it is time, but only if you are absolutely sure.” He said his rough voice as prideful and soft as he could make it. He really loved her and he wanted no harm to come to her. More importantly he did not want to force her to do this, she had to give in willingly, and he gently let his tail wag and his tongue gently licked the side of her face. The decision had been made, he knew that enough already. They could not return to the willows now that they were together. They would be one. That was how they were. They were each half, but together they were all.

He was extremely nervous himself; the heat scent was nearly driving him crazy as he gazed at her in wait of a response. She was like a form of drug to him, and he could not live without her. She was his own personal brand of heroin. The truth was that he wasn't sure if he would be a good father. Being a leader and being a father were two different things. He wasn't sure if he could do this. “We will never be able to go back to the Willow’s after this Rose, we have to desert and risk Elettra tracking us to the face of the earth. We need to gather supporters and rise a pack of our own. But only if you agree.” He had to do this, there was no turning back.