Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

Sorin watched her with eyes full of grief, his walls shattered by all of the pain that have surfaced in such a short time. He had been running from it for so long, and to have everything come to him all at once nearly destroyed him. But he had enough strength to plead for comfort, and thankfully, Liri obliged. She walked back, leaning against him, and he leaned against her in desperation.

She told him of creating a pack, and of losing her grip on her home. Of being abandoned and betrayed by her love. He listened, silent through her story as he mulled over all she had told him. He remained silent for a long while, his mind slowly forming his own story. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Shortly after I joined Viggo's pack, I met a women, Livia. She was beautiful, and she seemed to care, to like me. I was young, foolish, believed that love and hope did not need to be guarded against. I fell for her, and I thought she fell for me." He sighed deeply, thinking back on such naiveness.

"Six months after I joined, our beta, Bane, killed Viggo. And Livida...helped him. They killed Viggo and his mate, and took over the pack. She left me, for the allure of power at Bane's side. It was then that I realized everything had been a lie, that she only cared for power." He raised his head, seeking some small measure of comfort from Viggo's spirit, strength enough to continue.

"For the next few months, I helped form and lead a rebellion against them both. I had to make...tough decisions. I had to let Bane punish some of us, because we were not strong enough to face him and his thugs in a straight fight. I had to stand by, and let those who supported me be hurt, for the greater good. And all the while, she taunted me, mocked and broke me. There was nothing I could do, because Bane protected her."

"Finally, we made our move. I killed Bane, and I could have killed her too. But I...couldn't. I'll never understand why I couldn't. Maybe, deep down, she was still in my heart. But I couldn't kill her, and so she gave me this," he gestured to the scar on his chest. "I don't know what became of her."

"The pack fell apart afterwards. I didn't even try to hold it together, there was simply to much bitterness for the whole ordeal. Since then I've been wandering, broken, with her haunting my every step."

The shadow sighed deeply as he finished his tale. They really were similar in some ways. He glanced at her, wondering what her reaction might be.