words 513 @Karpos<3 Since returning to Pitch Pine Trail with the wounded Alpha and his mate the spider-legged yearling hadn’t been able to sleep. While his eyelids were heavy with the threat of oncoming sleep Lachesis could not settle his thoughts. Guilt boiled within his stomach, consuming the young healer as he paced the pack territory. The events of the past few days were constantly replaying in his mind, along with things that the ghost could have done differently. If he had arrived a few moments earlier he might have been able to save the coffee-coloured Alpha… if only he had run faster… or left a day earlier. It was his fault that Shade wasn’t going to make it – what use was a healer if he couldn’t do his job properly? The pines that made up the Trail had caused the yearling to feel claustrophobic and before he could seek the company of his blue-eyed dove XIX left to clear his thoughts. More importantly, the broken teenager simply wanted to be alone (for now). He was terrified of what was going to happen after Shade passed, as well as angry at himself for not being able to save the dark Alpha. Everything he had grown accustom to over the past few months was about to change, and Lachesis didn’t know to respond. It had taken weeks for him and Anastasia to find the perfect pack to join, and once he had finally gotten settled in and felt as though he belonged somewhere, it was being ripped away from him. Not only did he feel guilty for not being able to save Shade, but he also felt guilty for wanting to be alone. He knew that he should be spending time with the pack – his family – but XIX felt as though they would be angry with him for not being able to save their Alpha. He was angry at himself, why should the other pack members feel any differently? His eyes burned as he ran, long legs stretching before him as he put distance between himself and the Trail. The weight that had made itself home within his stomach since discovering Shade grew heavier as he moved, tongue lolled from the side of his mouth as his chest heaved with each breath. Eventually the yearling collapsed, spider legs crumpling beneath him as he reached the Brook. A sigh rolled off his tongue as he inched closer to the edge of the slow-moving water, pear eyes focused on the smooth surface. His coat was a mess, covered in a mixture of mud (used to prevent Shade’s wound from bleeding out) and the dark leader’s blood. Defeated, the boy leaned forward to lap at the cool water, brows furrowed as he avoided looking at his reflection. After arriving at the Fen the meandering body of water had been Nineteen’s favourite place to escape to – the forest was muted here, allowing the youth to be completely alone with his thoughts. However, today the boy wanted nothing more than to escape the thoughts that tormented his mind… |
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