The Sentinels And love will set you free

For days he had lain in his own bile and blood. Touring through fevered dreams and memories. Occasionally a scream would rachet from his throat. Any wolf or creature would have left those woods for they would have been certain it was the home of an animal possessed. Rain water had fallen upon his face, the snow in the morning had kept his throat from parching. Small bugs, and creatures were his only food.

He awoke finally clear eyed and angry. So fucking angry. There had been so much that Atka had promised and then she had left him anyway. He had always been honest with her. Had told her what it was he could and would do. What he had done. There was no shame in his words and feelings. He had done what he had been taught. But she couldn't see that.

Now he would live on spite. Fur sticking up in all places, his throat a mass of scars and scabs. His large frame was emaciated and his ribs stuck out. The muscles of his frame, hanging from skin too stretched to look well.

But there was a wildness in his gaze. And he began to walk unsteadily towards the edge of the forest floor.