Warren was weak. He had no doubts of it. He was crumpled on the floor relying on his mate just to shift. His human mind retreated more. His cat was saddened that his human side was so distraught and withdrawn. But he focused on what he had to do. He gathered his strength and slowly, shakily stood. His whole body protested, but he knew he had to do this for her..... Prove to her he was strong, even if he was weakened. He moved slowly to the door following the white wolf he recognized as his mother.....<br/><br/>-I can.....I can make..... Make it m-myself- His voice wavered showing the strain he was under and how close he was to being unable to even speak....