Igma;
I've known Rhydian for almost my entire life.
I've watched him laugh until he couldn't breathe; I've watched him fight men twice his size…I've watched him stand before kings without lowering his head, and watched him carry responsibilities that would have crushed people much older.
But…I've never seen him like this. Never.
His wolf isn't angry, like I'm used to seeing. He's grieving…crying.
Seeing him like this causes an ache in my heart that I can not quite process. And staring at him now…at the state he's in, I get to realise, more than ever, that grief can be contagious.
I take a step toward him, yet he doesn't acknowledge me. He simply lifts his head and releases another broken howl toward the night sky.
The sound sends a chill crawling across my skin, because in this moment, it dawns on me that something terribly wrong has happened. I can feel it.
This…inexplicable sense of…loss…grief deep inside. So deep I can not seem to reach, ignore…or soothe.
