💔 (because apparently i hate myself) - 10. Your muse purposely fatally injures mine.
He'd asked for this, needed it. Andrei was tired of the blood on his hands. It was the many innocents he'd killed, hunters mixed in, but he was exhausted. Nothing worked, he didn't know what else to do and it seemed this blood mood was going to be his final straw. He'd warned, begged to be handled and yet no one listened. All thought the silver chains would hold him back but they didn't. No, this was much worse. They were torn from the walls and remained on his wrist until he ran free from the basement and into the forest. There the wolf used claws and teeth to break them off. A strength in the wold none had seen before. It had brought her here, his father asking for help, but none knew it would lead to what he had practically been begging for. The wolf had sensed her, knew she was coming before she could step closer and off he went. Claws extended and fangs itching to sink their teeth into her flesh. It was a battle, one she probably hadn't expected to be as tough as it was. Andrei couldn't be reached, the blood moon making that impossible. She had to defend herself, there was no harsh feelings for her when the concentrated force in the dark energy ball was directed at him. No doubt instinct this time to safe herself as it tore into his chest. The wolf stumbled back a few steps, a whimper leaving him as eyes shifted from their golden color to the emerald she knew. Dark brown fur fell from his form as he slowly shifted back into the human form she knew before falling to the ground, gasping for air.
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