His mind was still racing, as well as his ever consistent pulse. Ever since Athena had come into the pack, Ash felt like he once again had a constant to look towards, but he knew Whisper Caverns certainly would have no tolerance to his temper, and neither would his partner, Narimé. Ash had no other way to feel like venting then to just get out and run away from the whole mess that he called leadership. Ever since his dearest Namara had left him in the dust, he once again felt like a shell of what he formally was. No one had been able to do that to him before, except for Treena, and now the two girls who liked alike were gone from his heart and no longer allowed to return. He wished for an explanation, for anything that would give him a clue as to why they had left him. Surely, Namara was dead, due to the blizzard...but Treena? He had gotten no hint as to what had happened to her. She definitely hadn't fallen off the mountain, Ash and the others would have been able to track her then. His heartache just never seemed to be enough. The stars seemed to want to punish him, always, no matter how much he was going through.
Even Finn had once again disappeared and it was then that the Hervok knew that his love life was literally fucked. There was no way he would be able to let anyone back into his heart again, there was just no way that he would be able to mentally handle it. He truly had been driven to madness, and it was why he had told Nari of his leave for a day or so, in order to clear his head and be able to know what he truly wanted. Hell, if he was able to, he might even beat the shit out of something, or someone. Either way worked for him, as long as he got all of this pent up frustration out of him. When he looked at his reflection he no longer knew who he was looking at. He had such a strong pride about him when he had first come here and he had hoped that it would not have changed. But it seemed that it had started with the rude degrading of his poor sister, whom he had come to adore. And everything had gone downhill from there. He had fallen in love, then become alpha...and now...now he was alpha once again and had already made an enemy to the family that he was trying to defend. As he sat down near the Creek, he stared into his own mossy green eyes, a light with an old angry fire that seemed to have never died.
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