When the white wolf had appeared, Bardulf had told Jaqueline to run. She did reluctantly, but it meant Philippa didn't lose a friend. Then he fought so she didn't lose a husband. But then, it had told him of why Philippa had ran away. When he heard, he was motionless. When he heard that, he was beat.
Now, he lay on the ground, coughing blood and seeing triple of everything.
Philippa believed he played her...
He didn't know how, if ever, he could convince her that was not true. He was heart broken she was made to believe that, but wasn't surprised Philippa believed. Anything negative towards herself, she believed. It was painful to see.
Something was thrashing about in the bushes, but he couldn't see. Didn't want to see. The female he adored, he coaxed out of her she'll just a tiny bit, was gone.
Above him, the white wolf turned into a woman with white hair. She raised a knife. Aimed it for his heart.
"NO!"
