Moonspear What Have I Done?

I had her as still being back away from him so I'll assume he slowly approached her.

He stumbled over his words, sadness creeping back into his voice. He asked her not to lie for him, and she appreciated that. She wasn't sure she could look Charon in the face and lie. It would come bursting out one way or the other. He moved slowly towards her and she let him come, slowing easing her body up off the ground. If the voice returned and struck her again, so be it. She believed he could control it though.

He moved to nudge her and she leaned into the touch, soft sobs shaking her body. She nudged him back, and smiled sadly to see him trying to reassure her. She sniffed, attempting to compose herself and shook her head. "We're still friend, Judas. It doesn't end with this." She knew he was afraid the pack would kill him for his voice, but she began to think, her face growing serious once more.

"You need help that I can't provide Judas. I wish that I could give you a plant to simply make this go away...but I can't. I don't know what this is. But someone else might. You could seek out Malice, be upfront with her and ask her if she knows anyone who can help. Maybe the wolves who worship magic gods know of something. Maybe it's a curse." Before this moment she wasn't sure she believed in curses and magics, but Judas have shaken her world.

"If you leave...I can tell them that you went to get help. That you were sick with something I couldn't fix. They've met you, they know you're a good wolf. You are a good wolf, Judas. You're just...sick...somehow. I'll...I'll just say that you lost control, like a seizure, and you bit me on accident as I tried to help. None of that's a lie." He hadn't meant to bite her, after all. That wasn't a lie, it didn't count as a lie.

"Then...once you know something or you're better...you can come back. Our friendship will continue. Maybe we can visit each other sometimes until then. But...you don't have to die. You don't have to run away, not really, you just go seeking a solution." She looked at him hopefully, her eyes pleading for him to agree. Surely he wanted to be cured. "They can't want you dead unless you're a threat...and if I've forgiven you and you go to fix the problem...you aren't a threat."