A misshapen with a dangerous male had almost cost the Poisoned wolves one of their pack mates. It was not something that was acceptable and that one would pay in the end, Ash would not be sure he would be able to handle not being able to rip flesh away from the one that had harmed Namara. She was family, a pack mate now and Ash needed to protect her. And so, after she had been treated by Eden, the Hervok had been lurking in the shadows, trying to stay hidden from Namara and watch her what she was doing, just to make sure that she was not straining herself too much. The dark hued man had offered taking over patrols for her and even demanding that he do so, but he could only work out certain deals with the committed woman, much the opposite of her brother, who already had two strikes and was incoming on a third.
The night was one of the days that Namara had demanded she do a patrol on her own, and silently in the bushes, the Guardian had sulked along, watching her back and making sure that no harm would come to her. After awhile, he was unsure of what his pack mates thought of him. Some thought he had a good heart, while others thought that he was just cold hearted and cruel, but the special ones, like Treena, Athena, and Belladonna knew of the in between. There was the name again…Treena. Closing his eyes briefly, while still walking, he pictured her in his mind, her beautiful coat, eyes, and her earthly smell. If she would not disappeared would he be the same man he was now? In a way, he thought that it was doubtful and in others, he felt as though some parts of him would still be the same no matter what. In his mind, he had gotten so caught up, that when a branch snapped beneath his paw, he froze, his eyes snapping open and his gaze drifted down to where he had stepped.
Glaring down at his paws he muttered under his breath, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” His ears perked up and he tried to conceal his large body within the shadows that he had grown so accustomed to. Swallowing, his mossy green eyes watched the form of Namara, fearing and knowing that she would have somehow heard and seen him. The bright full moon above their heads did not help his concealment factor. It made everything all the more easy for the light to reach him. And if she would look hard enough, she would just see half of his face in the moonlight. His graced features were not so easily hidden now that sound had been transmitted from his location. He knew next time he would have been be much more careful.