Survival was a primal instinct that could be overcome only in very rare situations. For Kai this wasn't one of them. He couldn't simply lay there and die. He had promised Philip something, he had promised that no matter what he would survive, he would remain alive. Bitter and broken Kai grabbed Philip's arm, pushing it out of his chest, a the hole he had created slowly healing. He pushed the werewolf off of him, making him tumble to the side and stood up.
He was crying, his tears mixing in with the heavy rain. He stood like a half dead man, rubbing the blood off his eyes as he looked at Philip who was standing up. He wasn't his lover anymore, he was someone else. Something had happened, something had gone terribly wrong while he was caught and now the person he loved the most in this world wanted to kill him. Kai's eyes shone red, sensing the danger in Philip's movement and took a fighting stance.
