Claude fell to his knees, clutching his chest in pain. The shift was a bee sting compared to how he felt making Stella cry. "You're a monster, Cluade, you would hurt her. She can't know" he spoke to himself when she left. "I'm so sorry . . . Stella . . ." he cried as he shifted. He didn't touch anything in the dinning hall, but he ran at full speed and hurtled through the window into the frosty, dead forest below. So much pain, it seemed to be his life now. What was he thinking? He would bring her nothing but misery. Her love would never be his, no matter how much he loved her. Claude attacked everything in sight, trees, animals, rocks, everything. He tried to resume his composure, calm himself and prove he could be more than a monster for her, but his efforts were in vain, the beast was out. After 10 minutes, he had exhausted himself and collapsed, the 400 lbs hulking beast crying like a pup whose only bone was taken. He howled into the night, a long, echoing pierce into the night. The sad, lonesome sound reverberated into the castle, to Stella for whom it was intended. The howl carried his love, and his fear. At the same time Stella would have heard it, the rose lost one more petal