Jun 25, 2014
When news of her death reached him, something inside him broke. A tether. Knowing she would be there when he came back was all that held him together. But without that, there was nothing to hold on to. He refused to believe it. But the harder he denied it, the harder it became to stay in control. Until he just gave in. Letting all that rage mask the pain. He fought anyone who came near him. Tearing into them. Until hunters brought him down. There was no saving a wolf gone mad with grief.
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
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{Lydia is me while reading this. If you want to RP let me know :) }