And what if he had killed me.
Tobias looked at the ground, his eyes welling with tears, and he almost broke down crying. If he’d have killed his son, then truthfully, he wouldn’t have known. Not until he went looking, searching, and tried for find him. He’d find his body – broken, mangled, torn apart – and then he’d… mourn. He would mourn for a long, long while as he’d done with his grandfather. And when he’d done that… what did he have left? Tempest had left him too, so he would leave.
“I wouldn’t have known it was him.” True enough, although his words were strangled and he felt naught but pain. “I would’ve mourned you, Scott. For a long time.”
He would’ve lost him anyway. Because he wasn’t there when he should’ve been.
He wasn’t there for Gale when he should’ve been, either. He wasn’t there for Tempest when he should’ve been. And somehow, in some way, he’d not been there for Finch when she needed it, either.
“Stop,” he pleaded, his voice a whisper as his eyes fell back on him. He didn’t want to think about his son dead, nor did he want to lose him. “You’re safe, that’s what matters.”
He stumbled forwards on shaky legs and reached out to try and embrace his son. He was the last remaining wolf and he was the only one he cared to search for. He’d not left. Gale had left by his own choice – part of him thought he could be dead – and Tempest was with Bravo, safe, and he now knew that she didn’t want to be with him anymore.
“With me. Safe, with me.”
Aug 17, 2017 11:14 AM — Post #9
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