<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Blake honestly saw red as she told him about the text message, "Well I guess we better get going," He shoved most of his burger in his mouth and carried his fries and drink out to the truck. The address was his mother's old place that was in the next county over. It sat on roughly forty acres of land and was a place he had been to when he was a kid a lot. There were spots he knew all over that no wolf would know about, "Honestly, they better hope not to get her in a corner. She won't hold back a well placed bullet and it would just be more blood shed..."<br/>
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His mother loved life but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid to take it. She spent days staring at the carnage around her knowing well when she was about to save or take a life. It went against her pledge as a nurse. He smiled softly as he remembered a time she put a cast on a wild rabbit and cared for it till it could be returned to the wild. Part of him wondered if that was where his love for nature came from. <br/>
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Turning the engine over he waited for the woman next to him tell him where to go, "I can't watch you or anyone else die for me," He told her, "If it comes to it. I will bite the bullet and accept this damned fate. I do want you to know I've never felt so alive as I have each time I've been around you."</span>