Neverwinter Forest Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor

he could have never predicted the turn of the conversation. relief flooded over him when the big wolf finally stepped back and away, but whatever ease he felt was soon dashed to bits by simmik's revelation. his jaw fell open, and he finally emerged from the thicket, emerald gaze burning into hers.

he didn't speak. he couldn't speak. all he could do was stare at her, agape, while mal angrily shot back.

how could she have done this? how could she have found love in that awful man?

cam's eyes flickered to kynareth for a moment, and he shuddered in revulsion. looked back at simmik. he felt tears well up. he couldn't breathe. he had trusted her. he would have done anything to get her back—would have given his life to return the beta to her rightful place at neverwinter forest.

and he would have died in vain.

in the midst of his alpha male's reply, he wheeled and pushed through the bushes, back into the forest, enraged. if he were to stay, he would say (or do) something he'd regret. he wished he could remember simmik how he'd known her:

loyal. true. unsullied.

instead, it was yet another betrayal, and the anger he already felt at his father's reappearance was still more compounded by this latest development. he would throw himself upon the earth in the rendezvous, teeth gritted, a furious sob bursting up his throat and out his lips at the injustice of it all.

exeunt cam