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Robin grinned in her new wolfish way, dragging her claws through Larks skin. Not enough to cause real harm, but enough to put her in agony. When she wasn't cutting the girl she made the girl understand just how weak she was. She was just a rag doll compared to the power Robin now welded.

Pain. Lancing hot pain. It seared through his back his arms. Everywhere. The fear came next. Her scream echos through him physically as well as mentally.
Devon roared, his form distorting in a haze of rage, fear, hate, pain and blood-thirst. His will spread out unconsciously, his strong will forcing other of his to transform as well.
Half-transformed himself, he glared at Blake. What little control he had was slipping.
"The kingship? That's what you want. My death." he laughed/snarled. "Kill me then. It will do you no good. All MINE will be on you in a second! You know our ways. If you can't defeat me yourself, the right to rule will not be yours."
He leaned forward eagerly. "You have no intention of sparing my mate. You reek of deceit! I'll tear you apart and EVERY. ONE. OF. YOURS!" he roared.
He shuddered once again as a new wave of pain started. His control fizzled out and he lunged at Blake.

Devon snarled in pain and more rage as Blake stabbed him. His own pain was sharper and too real compared to what he was feeling from Lark. Yet, he could shrug it off. He had to if he wanted this mutts dead and the one who was harming Lark.
And he wanted it.
He would have it.
Battle raged around as the two fought. Snarling and snapping forms slammed together of weaved in and out of the throng. It was a mess, but the two paid no attention.
Devon blood dripped onto the in many places as twisted and struggled to get the werewolf off his back. He finally reared up feel backward onto Blake, twisting so he was on top. Quickly he lunged for the throat. Hoping to get him while his guard was down.

Devon roared again as Blake latched onto his shoulder and clawed into his wounded side. He returned the favor by dragging own claws down the rogues unprotected belly. He fought to get at Blake's throat, even if his struggles caused his teeth to tear into his shoulder. He bit down on shoulder instead, putting as much force as possible. He did this more then once in rapid succession, trying to do and much damage with his teeth and claws as he could.

DEVON!!!!!!

Lark's scream reverberated through his entire being. Then there was nothing. Something inside him snapped. He couldn't understand. Lark was fading. He was coming. She had to hold on!
Devon and wolf howled with agony and fury.
SHE WOULD NOT DIE!
The White Wolf lunged at Blake with mad ferocity. Every bit and claw was shrugged off like nothing, as the wolf fought toward's Blake's chest. There was insanity burning in the great wolf golden eyes. There was no fighting him off. The Wolf finally clamped onto his throat. With one movement to was over.
But their was another that would feel his bite.

Robin was sad to have to end this, but she knew better than to disobey Blake. She pulled out her knife and stabbed the girl in the chest.
Her scream was sweet, but useless.
"Scream his name all you want, Hon. He isn't coming." she snickered.
A crashing sound came from behind and she turned, starting to smile as she assumed it was Blake.
A bloody White Wolf entered the field and she paled and opened her mouth to scream.
Not even that reaction was fast enough.

The Wolf/Devon dispatched the b***h quickly. It was shameful that a creature like her could do such harm. Looking down at his broken mate he whimpered, anger gone, but he was far from well.
He pulled Lark toward him into his bloody arms and gently as he could. She looked as if she would fall apart. That ugly knife had done it's damage.
"Lark. Lark stay with me. Please." his whispered, voice breaking. "Please. Lark. Don't leave."
He held her helplessly. There was nothing he could do and he knew it. He felt like he was being torn apart.

Devon held her hand gently to his face. He could bare to see her like this. The wasn't a single place where the wasn't bleeding of bruised. And the stab wound. He pressed his hand against it, but it was still bleeding.
He noticed the chains as well and broke him so she could move freely. He trying to call up the torn remains of her clothes against her chest.
"Of course I came, My Lark. I wish I'd come sooner. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." he said, tears starting to run down his face. He ran his free hand across her cheek. "Just stay with me okay. Hold on a little longer. We can save you." Really he didn't know if he could. He didn't even now if his bite could fix this. "I need you."

Kaleb fought through the raging wolves. It wasn't much of a battle anymore. Without their leader the rogues had no one to keep them on course. Every pack needed an Alpha. Without that, they were confused. They'd signed their doom.
But he wasn't here for that. If only he and Theresa we faster. They found the body of the leader, but it was hard to get a trace on Devon who had disappeared.
A howl sounded. Theresa. Kaleb leap and ran around the fighting packs. It would be over soon anyway. He had to be fast. The amulet now trapped in his jaws would be needed.

Devon wanted to laugh, but not in joy. She talked as if he could live without her. He could feel her fading and with every moment he felt he was falling apart. He couldn't fight it and he didn't try.
He shook his head in denial but he did as she asked. He hummed her tune, the song coming out a little broken, but recognizable.
When she stopped moving he stopped singing. He shook her gently. Then a little hard. "Lark? Lark? You can't leave yet. I love you. You can't leave yet."
He knew she was gone, but it wasn't right. He felt empty of everything but a growing despair.
Devon held her close and looked around crazily.
"Don't worry, Lark. I'll keep you save I'll save you."

Theresa and Kaleb found him and the sight was not a comforting one. He saw them but wasn't really look at them.
Kaleb neared Devon, but he didn't seem to react. He pasted the amulet to Theresa as he approached his son cautiously. He was muttering to himself.
"Devon where here to help. Let me see her."
"DON"T TOUCH HER." Devon yelled and tried to attack.
Kaleb could see the madness setting in on his son already. Luckily he was weakened enough byu his own blood loss that Kaleb restrained the King easily.
"We need to hurry Theresa." he grunted, holding the struggling Devon. "I can't hold out for long.

Devon staggered and fell to his knees, unsure of what had happened. His head felt fogging as if awakening from a sleep. There had been pain, emptiness and then and blackness. Now it was...Devon gasped, suddenly aware. Aware of Lark with him and the joy the flooded him with her return.
Stiff and sore, he grimaced as he pulled the now healed Lark into his arm. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. He looked at his parents and couldn't help the relived smile that came to his lips.
"She's back! She's back. Thank you." He didn't feel the words were accurate. "Oh, my Lark." He sighed with relief.

Kaleb touched his son's shoulder. "Come. There's time for that later. We need to get you, her and the rest of the injured taken care of."
He started to take Lark from him and for a moment that madness returned to Devons eyes. "No. You can't take her."
"It's just for a moment. You.'re in no condition to carry her." He said cautiously.
After several minutes he finally handed Lark over, fighting the urge to keep her close for her welfare.
"Alright. Let's go."
Kaleb nodded and they left to take care of the aftermath of the battle.