<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78141.msg3428661#msg3428661">Quote from: Travaius on 07-08-2010, 06:35:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lohanis looked down at his wife, sighing as he sat down next to her. He knew he needed to talk to her, tell her everything. Looking down at the floor for a second, he looked up into her eyes and shook his head. This was hard, he had done everything to spare her from this and now it was her life. Reaching over and running a hand through her hair, he looked over her face.<br/><br/>“I tried to make sure this wouldn’t happen. Once I heard there was a pack pushing into my territory, I knew it might mean trouble for you. That is why I left. I knew I had the option of either watching you die or turning you into what I am. I didn’t think you wanted this life. If it wasn’t for Marcoth, you wouldn’t have this curse. He and I had a massive argument about whether or not we should turn you. I did everything I could to make sure you would never be involved in this world. I am sorry that I failed you.”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The feeling of Lohanis running his hand threw her hair almost made Alex melt. Oh how she missed that touch, yet at the same time her heart screamed for her to pull away from him. She still loved him --In one way or another she always would-- but right now she hated him as well. She just could not just forgive him for all the lies and the betrayal just like she could not forgive her so called friend for turning her....yet at the same time she could not help but thank him for saving her life. Shaking her head lightly, a clear sign she was torn into a million pieces to try and side with each emotion, "If you didn't want this to happen to me then why did drag me into this in the first place? You could have never dated me, married me. You must have known that one day something like this would happen?"<br/><br/>Her hand reached up, leaving the glass in her lap to touch the place where the wolf had bit her in order to end her life. She could feel it in her bones, in her very being that the attack was more then a random thing. "And you and Marcoth should not be fighting. If you care at all you should be thanking him for saving my life. Even if its not what you wanted and its sure as hell not what I wanted. Even if I'm still not sure if I...."<br/><br/>Words slowly trailed off but it was clear what she was trying to say. The young woman not sure if she would rather be dead or alive right now. The hand that was running along the bandages now trailing over her right shoulder to the Wolf Tattoo she had gotten years ago. She had always loved the animal, her grandmother --who was Native American-- had told her long ago that the animal was her spirit guide and had always told her if it was not for the wolf man kind would have died off long ago.