Ankyra Sound but now I fear I will never peer

she turned to him with an expression that caused his chest to tighten and his heart to thrum in his chest with the anguish of his own guilt. how could they have failed to save the one she loved? was he really so useless? the more that he studied her, the more he felt as though he did not have the strength to face the disappointment she must have felt for their failure.

but, gods, how he hated the wolves on the cliffs. even more, that his own brother had found a bond with them and had fought against his family. ephraim deserved whatever life he had been granted with the disgusting savages; it was all his fault anyway, wasn't it? he decided to believe so, only because he was not certain how he would feel if he had been forced to face the consequences of his own actions.

when she made her way to him, she made mention that they should rest. he could not understand how they were supposed to lay low. how could he tend to himself when there was still a missing member of their pack? he searched her face, unable to decipher the feelings that lingered there. “how can we? when they sit up there... how can we do nothing?” he growled.