Darren ran a hand through his hair, his heart was tight with pain as he stepped into Eloneth's room.
Darren stared over at the beautiful fairy with hair now turned as white as snow,
Between Zariah and Eloneth, Darren was in utter devastation.
Accompanied with that was the self blame, the thought that he could have done something more... something better to avoid all of this.
Zariah had already been through so much, Darren knew it too...yet he let her make such a sacrifice.
No one said anything or cast blames on Darren but Darren was certain deep within, King Askel and everyone else detested him... perhaps Zariah would too.
From the very moment she had become Crimson Alpha, Zariah had always been the one making the sacrifices.
'Holt...we can't do anything for them... nothing...' Darren thought to his wolf as he walked over to his mate and slumped down to a seat beside her.
