The Sentinels all hope in eclipse

With his fever subsided and his infection under control, Constantine had perhaps woken to the new day with a set mind of refreshed determination. Yet it was Deirdre’s heart wrenching cry that rose through the air to greet him, and like a ghost, the Mayfair wolf came upon the gathered with a wariness he knew to be revealed to him in only moments.
 
He glimpsed the dark form of his father, now fallen upon the ground, and did not think to question – it was evident Lasher would not rise to lead them once more.
 
He was silent in this resolve, his heart piercing with the realization that their time together had come to an end. Distantly, he heard Eilidh’s suggestion – his fiery eyes lifting to study his own steadfast sister and he gave a nod of confirmation. “Yes,” he rumbled then, long forgotten was his own injury. “Deirdre, dear heart – where would he wished to rest?” His voice quieted slightly, his larger form moving to envelop his pale sister in the only gesture of a hug he could give, his teeth preening to the tears upon her cheeks. Emaleth remained nowhere in sight.