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They shared a moment of peace, feeling each others' heartbeats gently in their odd embrace. It amused him that he could now carry his mate under one arm if, for some strange reason, he should want to. As the morning sunlight streamed in through the small window, painting them in ambient gold and orange, he sighed contentedly and rested his chin atop the crown of her small skull. It felt like they hadn't touched each other in a lifetime. She had wearily slept beside him every night, unable to leave the church where he had made his catatonic nest, but he had barely noticed when she was there and when she slipped off to take care of business. This was the first time he had really paid attention to her in weeks. How sad. He truly didn't deserve her. (He wouldn't even blame her if she'd been having an affair this whole time, but of course she was too loyal for that!) She pulled back to utter the bad news, unhappiness welling in her midnight-eyes. That stung. They had lost their little family, despite all of the efforts they had undergone. He had a few choice words for Anka, the werewolf who callously abandoned her litter and then capriciously decided to uproot them again and take them back, but decided to curb his tongue out of courtesy to his mate... after all, they were cousins of a sort. "So, Catalyst... Cat decided to stay? She always did love you best," he murmured, his large hands gently stroking her thick alabaster fur. Most of the little German pups hadn't tried very hard to bond with their new guardians, and in the end, it might be better that this was only temporary for them. Catharsis had left on her own, after all; he could only hope she was the reason Anyanka returned for her offspring. Pal might have chased after them. With the puppy-eater dead and gone, there was less reason to worry for their precious lives and more to simply question where they went wrong.
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