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The silver Roman woke up with a start, sweat running down his muscular form. He was lying on the grass beside the Creek, hurriedly, Raz lapped up some of the freezing icy water. He had a nightmare, one that was pleasant and unpleasant at the sametime, for he was recalling the one time had had gave in to his urges to one of the pack healers. Afterwards, the healer who he did it with was filled with so much guilt as they vowed to never do something like that, she ran away in the middle of the night and was found in the morning, her guts spilled across stone, eaten by a bear. She knew little fighting skills, and none would have helped against a full grown bear.
This is what you do, his consciousness whispered to him whenever he felt the urges again and the images of the brutal death the healer recieved sprang into his mind. Raziel never gave in again, always forcing himself to move away even if the female pursuing him kept following him. It would do neither of them no good, he didn't even love her and it would be a one night stand, Raz preferred a long and sturdy mateship. He was most certainly not a womanizer, he would never be one.
There was no way he could sleep again, and anyways it was morning, he could see the sun rising by the horizon. After a quick meal, he set off towards the meadow he had met Scarlett sometime ago, wondering almost hopefully if she was there. Things were tight here in the Creek, and he needed to get away from everything. Scar was a good stress reliever, with her gentle, sweet and caring personality.