Bearclaw Valley «The Thorns of Roses»

Raziel shuddered, gasping for breath. It had happened again because he had forgotten to take his medicine once more. He cast a wary glance at the den entrance and sighed in relief, glad that Scarlett and the rest of the kids were still asleep and could not catch him. He didn't need the albino female to worry about him; he was absolutely fine (not really), it was just that the stress was finally catching up on him. In fact, he was rather amused that it hadn't happened earlier (no he wasn't amused at all)

He forced himself to take deep breaths and waited until his heart stopped thudding against his rib cage. He couldn't go back to the den and sleep, that was for sure. He would go on a midnight patrol, yeah, that sounded brilliant. He blinked, seeing everything as clear as day; another benefit of being a wolf. He shook his head and made his way to the borders, not knowing that another wolf was out there patrolling too. Raziel needed a solution to this problem, yet he could not find any.