Jade Fern Grove the ache and pull of despair

Bazi had left to wash herself up and time must have swiftly passed. She returned, pulling him from his thoughts and talking. It forced his eyes upon her – the first true look he had given her since they had taken their pack mates home. He had worried for her, yes, but his grief and fear had been driven more from his kids than anything else. Now, standing before him was the woman who he believed to no longer love him, and in turn, perhaps he no longer loved her.
 
He waited for the punishment she would bring him for this –l almost hoped for it. Her fangs had recently torn his skin for a lot less, and so he remained confused by her statement, his eyes falling upon the torn ear and lip. “He won’t be able to do it anymore,” he spoke, unsure now just what his son would even be able to do with his life.. or what quality of life he would have.