Word Count → 430 :: Emotional overload has a whole new meaning right now. xD
The sound of his approaching steps warned her that someone was coming closer to the borders. Had they heard her? No answer was called. Suspicious to the newcomer, she stood, hackles lifting and tail flagging- she wasn't the alphess of this pack. Far from it. But this was her pack and her territory. Whoever this stranger was, they were about to feel the force of all of hell rain down upon them in--
Wait a minute. Her eyes squinted against the darkness, trying to make out the limping figure in the distance. No way. It couldn't be. He became visable a few moments later and she froze, dead still, eyes wide and tail limp. Shawchert. Except, it wasn't him, because the Shawchert she remembered... wasn't so... broken. Her heart clenched as memories invaded the peace she'd once had in her mind. He was her first mate, her first serious romance. He'd been her alpha and when he'd stepped down from the position, she'd refused to accept Skye as the replacement. Shawchert Menue. The would-be father of her first litter- not by blood, but by love. The reason she'd taken Taliesin as her mate. The reason she's stayed in d'Arte when her heart had told her to leave so many times.
She shifted without even noticing. One moment, she was in lupus form, standing there, awestruck and dumb. The next, she was in Optime form, tackling him where he stood with a sharp cry of agony and relief. They fell from her weight on his and she didn't let go, refused to. Wordless whines and whimpers came next- she was crying. For the first time since her Tammi's death, she was actually crying.
I thought you'd died! Oh, Shawchert, where- She pulled back now, anger written on her face. -have you been!? What the fuck happened to you and who do I have to slaughter!? She didn't know. She didn't know he couldn't answer. She looked at his face and loved his deep blue eyes, his orange fur, ever hair on his head... but she hated his new scars, hated the ring in his nose. She hated whoever had done this and for a moment, the old Sky reared her head again- she wanted blood for this. Blood for whatever had mauled her beloved. Blood for this crime. Thoughts of her children had cleared out and Sanja wasn't even a speck in the back of her mind. She'd never felt so many emotions at once before. Love, Hatred, Fear, Relief, Joy, Sorrow... all of it, all at once.
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