[SilentFeather]

Brink snapped to reality, his true of self did, for a mereness of moment once more, grabbing the weapon and plunging it's blade into his chest, piercing his heart. The wolf within jerked, it's spirit responding with a howl-shriek, and the true-Brink used that moment to shove the incapacitated wolf into the Void, regaining control of his once body, winning the battle. "C-Cameron? .. a-are you a-alright? It is me .. t-the real me .. I have to get you out of here .. I .." He stammered, body hesitating with a pause as he was forced into a hunched over of position, coughing in a slight fit, followed by ragged gasps and shuddering breaths. But through it all he tried to remain alert, he had to, for his Cameron, for their unborn, of which seemed to be close to arrival with how close the contractions were flaring through his beloved's womb. He reached out, a blood-stained, clawed-hand meeting the side of his jutting jittering of mass, determined to get to safety before anything else would occur. "D-Do not worry Cameron, just focus on breathing, deep breaths .. deep deep breaths." He murmured encouragement in formation of ginger natured-whispers, doing of such while proceeding forth with a wrapping of his arms around his pain-burdened of Mate, slipping a arm around his backside and the other at the area behind his knees, lifting him into both with a grunt-pained of exertional groaning, and worked past the strain on his own body abandoning all his torments of physical form. "I got you babe, I always will. I was not in control before but now I am, I swear I wont let anyone hurt you, not even my bastard of a wolf side."