'With life comes death, with death comes suffering. So why live life to suffer when you can do that in the afterlife?'
Shade padded along the mysterious and gut wrenching forest. His eyes darted from side to side as the forest spoke to him. Spoke in a way only he could understand, he was going demented. But he continued forward, haunts from his past, haunts of a future. He saw his father, his father killing Shadow and his mother. Killing Rose and all his extended family. Killings all over. He was sole remainder. The bloody mountain that his father stood on. He extended his claws leaping, but then he woke up.
'In this life it's not what we have, but what we believe... because it's not my time.'
Shade hadn't realized it, but he'd wandered from Willow Ridge for a few days. Thinking on how Rose was confused, hurt a bit too. Rose wasn't sure if she loved him the way he loved her. He understood and would be there for her. For that is what true love is. He would be her best friend if he could ot be her mate. He would be her mate and her best friend if she allowed him too.
'If you loves something, set it free, if it comes back, it was meant to be...'
He had wandered from his home at Willow Ridge, all the way to a sweet spot for him. Hush Meadow. The exact place where him and rose had become mates. Sworn to each other for good and bad times. He was always to be hers when she wanted him. She was to be his if she allowed him. That was the nature of things.
'I seal my fate with a single kiss, one to take to my dying breathe. To hold me through the night in your arms.'
He wondered if anyone else in the world had a connection like him and Rose had. He wanted to howl his sorrows away to the night. He held it in as long as he could. But eventually in the middle of the afternoon, he couldn't hold in the pain once more. He yowled and yowled, randomness with no key point. Just hurtful sounding yowls into the air. His eyes dry, but full of sadness. They seemed to always be full of sadness.
'This life is worth something, but the key is finding the golden flower, the love of your life. The thing you live your life to find.'
One last howl and he collapsed to the ground. Nothing but pain throughout his body. Rose was holding him to the planet. There was nothing else for him to live for. Nothing but her friendship, her love. It was the small, British accented she wolf. It was his small, British accented she wolf.
'I'm holding out for a hero, she's got to be strong, she's got to be fast and fresh from the fight...'
If only wolves could cry. Then Shade could cry his sorrows away, but alas, he had no luxuries like that. He only hoped that no wolf would find him like this. If they did, he'd be too broken and bruised to care. After all that had happened, how could he move forward? Rosealia wasn't sure if it was really love or puppy love. But he knew, she was his hero. She was his Kryptonite. His Superwomen.