Haizel continued to rest her head against Heck's chest, ever silent after his words had unfolded. She listened to the soft drum of his heartbeat, the quiet hum his lungs made as he breathed inwards and outwards. She thought of her pack's slaughter if she was were to be found at her castle; their want to save her a higher priority than their own lives. She thought of their bright eyes, widened with shear panic; their howling, screams of pain as their bodies were ripped apart, their fur and skin falling off their flesh, the blood stark against the white snow as they fought to their deaths. The pack's lifelessness and betrayal dancing in their eyes, shown directly to her. Haizel clenched her eyes shut in an effort to reverse the scenes from her head. She pushed her head harder against Heck's chest, letting the tears stream down her face, catching along the fur of his coat. She stood there, frightened for their lives, though she knew she needed to be strong; for the sake of her pack. She brushed away the beautiful memories from her lengthy years, knowing it should not keep her from leaving. She knew Aetheir would take her position as pack leader. She pulled away from Heck's grasp and looked into his eyes; his dull eyes a striking difference than her own glowing ones. "What do you need me to do?"