Haunted Wood Prison Break

@Malice, @Pyro & @Vassago

His legs were straining; every step he took he felt in his legs. Burke knew he had to push on. He did not have a lot of reserves to work with but he knew that if they wanted to survive then they had to keep going. The sun was rising faintly though through these woods he could not see. He carried Vassago in his mouth. He placed the pup down to speak. ”Malice, hurry. Soon we can walk,” he offered to her. The river couldn’t be far. The father picked up his son again and carried on. He was right. Moments later he could hear it. Burke stopped to drink, placing Vassago down again. The moment the pups could regulate their own body heat Burke had not wanted to wait any longer. Now the pups were young, they could barely see, they wouldn’t even know where they were truly born.

Burke’s adrenaline had died out. It had been a rather eventful night. Now he looked back it had been pretty dangerous if they had been caught. Burke knew when the wolves would patrol the borders and when they did not. He knew it from when he was an alpha and now when being in the den he had enough time to listen to howls. Once the moment was there in the middle of the night he had woken Malice and without much of a word Burke had told her to follow him. He picked up Vassago and he let Malice carry Pyro. Maybe it had been fortunate that they only had two young. Burke made sure to exit though the swamp, where waterways deluded their scent. Now, when dawn was breaking they were in the Haunted woods, close to the river that ran through it. Also part of his plan. He had pushed Malice. Maybe a bit too much, but they had to create distance between them and the brotherhood.

Burke knew that they were going to be hunted, be labeled as traitors. If they could only see him for a traitor and keep him prisoner Burke did not want to stay. He was not going to give advice to Damien when he could have learned from him when he was an alpha. He was not going to watch how Nemesis and her mental illness were going to ruin the pack. There were more examples, the only thing that was a pity was that he had to leave Kendra behind. She belonged there. It was better she didn’t know about anything. She was more like her mother than her father. She only had her eye color and dots on her brow to remind her of her father. The male had thought of Cicero’s advice he had given him one. "After all, if it were ever needed, it is much easier to kill a softened friend than an angry enemy." He had acted like he was going to stay, but he was not going to stay. He was definitely not going to leave Malice alone with their two children. Burke stopped drinking, hyper alert and on edge.

He turned to Malice. ”We will walk through this river, I believe it ends in a lake, if not we can exit it a few miles away from here. Then our scent is only on this side of the bank. From there on we can take it slower.” Burke was mostly all business now, but he had to remind himself that Malice needed her rest, she had been cooped up in that den for a long while. He let out a soft sigh. ”Are you feeling okay?” This had all been quite exhausting, if not the prison break itself then it was the run afterwards to create distance before the brotherhood would find out.