~ CASIMIR ~
The wolves were undisturbed by her judgment, of course. In our world, the death of an enemy was little more than triumph. But I knew what that meant to her- how dark she must have gone in her mind to have made that decision, and I ached for her.
I rushed after her- she was plowing through the wolves towards the door, her gait rolling because her body ached so badly. But her jaw set with determination.
I grabbed her hand as I caught up with her, and sent a rush of love in the bond.
'Don't second guess yourself. You were right.'
'I don't care. Death is never a good answer, Cazz.'
'No, never a good one. But sometimes a necessary one.'
She sighed, but she nodded. 'We have to get out of here. We have to get to the pack. Have we covered our bases here enough? Will the reality of our presence here get out?'
She was still holding the threads, I realized. Still prepared to do more if it was needed.
