[m] the cats in the cradle

[Liam]

As she started yelling at him, he stiffened again, his lips pulling back from his fangs. He lifted his head above hers a growl rumbling in his throat. "Ayasha, they are tainted, they are not pups, they are demons. They need to be executed." He bit off the words as though they were poison. As she told him he would have to kill her before he would hurt the shadow pups the blood in his veins ran cold. His eyes hardened, his ears pinning back in aggression, his tail lifting in dominance.

"Ayasha, I will give you one more chance. Move. If you don't, then I will know you are in league with the shadow wolves, and you will be destroyed as well." It was as if the shadow wolves were in the previously comfortable den, as if they had taken over and were pushing him out, pushing his mate away from him. His heart sank even as it hardened against her. He knew he would have to kill her as well, and in some way, it shattered him.

A conversation played in his mind between himself and the butterflies.
"Kill her."
"But I love her...."
"Kill her."
"She's my mate."[/b]
[i]"She betrayed you. She betrayed us."
"I can't."
She is evil, and she must be destoryed along with them.
"Please, don't make me do this."
"Kill her. You have no choice now. You must."

He blinked, his eyes glazing over. And then, he lunged....