Silence reigned even as Calla continued with her questioning. Alister's throat had tightened to the point where he couldn't speak even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. He just wanted to hide away in this little corner of his mind and ignore the world for the rest of eternity. Alas that wouldn't be logical but for now it would work. It had to. Shuddering, his grip on the wolf's black pelt tightened, a motion that sent a jolt of pain up his arm and nearly dragged him from his stupour. It didn't work fully though. His eyes were still glazed. Blank and glazed and from the looks of things he wasn't likely to speak to Calla again anytime in the near future.
This was of course assuming he didn't bleed to death. A fact that left him strangely at ease. Was he eager for death? At the moment he really wasn't sure. Death seemed to be the easy way out, the coward's way out, something would have crossed his mind had he been thinking rationally. He wasn't.
The questions were drifting around through his mind again and he swallowed, shaking his head at the woman even as a mixture of the pain dancing through his body and the strain of memories the questions were starting to drag to the surface. Had he had his way, Anna would've still been alive and locked up in the city. Not six feet under in an unmarked grave on the Academy grounds. She'd followed him. Followed him because he'd escaped the death grip his family had on him. And now look where that had gotten her. Dead. And as for him? He was as good as dead to be honest.
"It doesn't matter."
His voice was low and pain laced but if anyone cared to hear it, they would. He couldn't care otherwise. But this bit of clarity was refreshing, refreshing enough to drag him away from that crumbling edge of sanity.
"It doesn't matter. She's dead and that's the end of it."
A low whine slid from Twilight's throat and she nudged her mate back. She's prying into things that need to remain buried! She had no love or respect left for the woman to be honest. All her loyalty lied with her rider. Her rider and the larger wolf trying to calm her. Love ran deep, she had to admit that much but, her vow to Alister ran far deeper. It had been nearly forged in blood years ago out on that frozen lake and now, here she was questioning that bond and vow.
Shaking her head quickly, her lips curled away from her fangs in another low warning snarl. She was torn. If she lashed out at Calla she'd have to fight both the woman and WoodWhisp. Assuming WoodWhisp decided to stand against her. Or even took a side.
This was of course assuming he didn't bleed to death. A fact that left him strangely at ease. Was he eager for death? At the moment he really wasn't sure. Death seemed to be the easy way out, the coward's way out, something would have crossed his mind had he been thinking rationally. He wasn't.
The questions were drifting around through his mind again and he swallowed, shaking his head at the woman even as a mixture of the pain dancing through his body and the strain of memories the questions were starting to drag to the surface. Had he had his way, Anna would've still been alive and locked up in the city. Not six feet under in an unmarked grave on the Academy grounds. She'd followed him. Followed him because he'd escaped the death grip his family had on him. And now look where that had gotten her. Dead. And as for him? He was as good as dead to be honest.
"It doesn't matter."
His voice was low and pain laced but if anyone cared to hear it, they would. He couldn't care otherwise. But this bit of clarity was refreshing, refreshing enough to drag him away from that crumbling edge of sanity.
"It doesn't matter. She's dead and that's the end of it."
A low whine slid from Twilight's throat and she nudged her mate back. She's prying into things that need to remain buried! She had no love or respect left for the woman to be honest. All her loyalty lied with her rider. Her rider and the larger wolf trying to calm her. Love ran deep, she had to admit that much but, her vow to Alister ran far deeper. It had been nearly forged in blood years ago out on that frozen lake and now, here she was questioning that bond and vow.
Shaking her head quickly, her lips curled away from her fangs in another low warning snarl. She was torn. If she lashed out at Calla she'd have to fight both the woman and WoodWhisp. Assuming WoodWhisp decided to stand against her. Or even took a side.
