Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

Embry felt all of his resilience dissipate the moment he heard her voice. That final, shaky breath and he was a goner. He didn't want her to be confused anymore. This was crazy, and he knew it. To meet a girl and want to kill and protect her all in one night. He was on the verge of laughing, but his wounds and hers kept him stolid. When she submit, he felt a tremor run through his body. Relief.

     His gaze trailed hers for unbearable moments of silence, but useful ones. Moments in which he only accounted for that which was the blood pumping through his veins. His golden fur was muddy, auburn upon his robust form. And then he finally succumbed to that which had been nagging at him throughout the hour. He had been pushed to his limits. "You."

     He turned and let himself sink to the earth below, gently offering the girl the only warmth he could summon. His coat was dirty and unkempt, but he could offer hardly anything more. She needed medical assistance and he was aware, but at the moment all he wanted to do with be with her. Her thin body felt so childish, so feeble beside him. He wasn't sure how she would react, heck he wasn't even sure what they were going to do. None of this made sense... perfect, blissful sense.