Iylldrraen struggled to maintain his self-control, to restrain himself from using his full weight to bury Garamon, to drop onto his battered body over and over and over until he was level with the ground or a pulpy puddle of broken bone and flesh. That bite could single handedly forever separate him from Aelena, and for that he believed Garamon deserved to die. He couldn't kill him though, not yet, for while Iylldrraen was fast fading from consciousness, he knew the worgen would likely know how the transformation process worked, and more importantly, how to delay it, or even prevent it. So instead of executing the despicable worgen as he deserved, Iylldrraen rose up and brought his massive paws together, dropping down on the worgen's chest. While the move would normally only wind Garamon, the worgen was attempting to rise, and the blow caused his head to slam into the ground and into unconsciousness; at least Aelena, his precious lover, would not have to face him alone.<br/><br/>Before the feral druid succumbed to the corrupting effects of the lycanthropy, he saw his lover  approaching. He tried to steady himself, tried to force his body to overpower the tainted blood inside him, but it was no use; in moments the druid lost his balance and collapsed with a great thud to the dirt. He could hear her faint voice, though in his condition her words were indiscernible. A sudden weightlessness began to take affect, and though Iylldrraen attributed this to the disease, the lycanthropy was actually forcing him to revert to his elven form. Soon he was nothing more than a battered elven druid laying naked in the dirt before his lover.<br/><br/>As quickly as Iylldrraen changed forms, so too the camp deteriorated, worgen openly protesting or supporting Garamon's action. Soon there were fights starting all through the camp, and a particular group of worgen began to approach Aelena. The stopped just beyond the range of her totems. They did not stand in a defensive manner, seeking to speak with her. “Please, you must come with us. You have no reason to trust us, but know we disapprove of what Garamon did to your mate. If you are to help him at all, this is not the place to do so. We can take you to another camp that Garamon does not know about, as well as a private chest he kept locked and hidden from us. Please, come with us.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>