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While the king's presence had given her renewed energy and vigor, whatever boost he gave her was draining, and quickly. It was obvious by her slackened stance, the parts of a half-snarl that could barely form dying in her throat. The cat, eyes as sharp as her's, knew that she, the prey, was tired, spent. But, instinct told her that the cat was exhausted as well; having just hunted, and now faced with two canines, its own stamina was pressed to their limits. It must have knew that she knew that this fight could not continue any longer, and any blow could very well be their last.
But, before any step could be taken, the dark Sole jumped onto the cat, and his mark was accurate. The yowl that the cat had begun to speak was twisted into a caterwaul as the wolf gave the final jerk of his head, and the beast was silenced. The woman could only stand and watch with a distant air about her as Jazper dropped the cat, limp as a ragdoll and gone to the pits of the Underworld. But, her lack of emotions quickly changed as she met the man's eyes, and she had to hold back a choking sob.
The same thoughts from earlier coursed through her mind, though now they were more vivid now that Fate made her face the harsh reality she could have befallen, the taste of that could-have-been destiny still fresh on her tongue. Seeing the man with the warm stare chilled her to the bone. What if she had died? Her beliefs told her she would have made it to a blessed place if her life was noble and well led, and she would be able to watch the ones she cared for from there. Even in eternal bliss, can the gods be so torturous? How could she have rested peacefully if she had to watch the man that she had gotten close to go on without her?
While she thought about it for a moment, the opposite occurred to her. What if it was he who laid still on the floor and not she or the cat? Would she be able to go on without him?
She believed with a finality that she couldn't.
When he hugged her, she kneeled down slightly to hug him back. But, fatigue and her own emotions crippled her, and she soon slumped onto both knees while her arms remained wrapped around his neck. She murmured his name many times, both in relief and worry and desperation. For a moment, that was all she could have said, but she somehow managed to choke out a statement. "You could have died, Jazper, you could have died. Why were you so stupid?" Her words weren't spiteful, they were full of despair. And in a way, accusing. How could he risk himself because of her? He was her, and the pack's, alpha. What if their sun went out because of her? "Don't do that ever again," she said sternly after another sob.
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