[SilentFeather]

"Shh Cam, conserve your energy, speaking will only tire you, it is better to remain quiet and breathe. Can you do that, babe? follow my breathing, in .. then out .. in .. then out." Brink's own body shouted out in agony, pure, pure, raw, mind-boggling torment. But yet he shoved that to the side, completely ignorant of his own discomfort as he focused more on his Beloved Cameron's, his voice wished to shudder, to quake, but yet he kept it measured, a force of Nature that he never knew was possible from himself. With each step he put forth his all, forcing his legs to cooperate, to move in sync with the action-stimuli that his mind conjured such neurons to react by. As he disassociated from the judgments of pains taunting, he clenched his teeth, muffling the outbursts that would cause him to give in, and became more of his true self, his inner warrior, a state of being he often was unsure of, but now, but here, while the outbursts from Cameron's blood-stain tainted lips he was further compelled, fueled to protect, honor and serve his purpose, perserve his true prowess and worth.

And that was beside his vulnerable Cameron, as if an out of body experience, his adrenaline rushed, pulsing through his every vein, causing his heart to gain speed, and just like that he held his Vulerable close against his own warmth, strands of fur brushing against his face and tickling ever so teasingly of their on accord as he limbered yet steeled his bones, bunching up muscles yet conserving his bursts of strength before he dug the front of his dominant foot in the light snow clad Concrete pushing off on such a bodypart that would add suitable momentum, summoning his inner wolf of Harmonic, gentle nature before sprinting off and onward, bolting through the night as if he were the Winds themselves, the world of Concrete became of a flash .. a distance, and then .. a true blur .. and not long after a sprawling of Utopia, or rather if closer-view, a heavily vegatation and tree-house decorated yet long-abandoned of forested area, vibrant with the soft symphonies of nature.

Being the Origins of such were the creatures of present and Echoes of those long-passing or near to, such was the Enigma of this Sacred landscape. Many of epic, middle-heighted, engorged and even lurking Nocturnals, and slumbering inhabitants alike who relied and co-existed in such a harmonic Thread of balance.

Above the moon hung high, at it's Zenith even, with signs of flecked scarlet in it's undertones of ghostly paleness. He slowed to a walking state of pace, rushed breathing still present but of a feather softer of intensity, each step his convers adorned footing took was soft, measured even, soles of such sneakers making quiet footfalls of impact within light yet plush surfaces of Earthen ground, clumps of moss providing necessary cushioning from the effects of being alerted of by his Pack and it's ravenous, sexually explicit lewdness of assholes, jerks and drooling Omega wanna-bes, and upon pondering of such idiots his eyes rolled, upper lip lifting upward in displeasure. The Scarlet Moon, it did something to him, it did and .. before pondering further, he was halted by the presence of a familiar outburst, or rather .. a howl ..

"Shit .." Brink cursed, keeping the such obsenity to a whisper soft minimum beneath his next exhale, breath billowing past his cracked, irritated, paling lips. He stilled his footsteps, taking concealment behind a thick trunk tree, a Willow. In the distance, about a length-wiseness of 9 mere feet away a young male, one of about 26 was prowling, quietly sniffing the air, a muzzled of snout risen with it's tip pointed to sky above. "Alpha? .. Alpha, are you around here? I want to know if you are alright? something about your "Scent" smells a bit off .. a bit .. sweeter?"

If his Cameron was rowdy of noise than he needed some way to calm him, and that would have meant placing kisses to his lips and touches upon his restless form, and although it brung forth a heatwave of scorching to both his cheeks and rather .. in a rather endowed location between his own very loins he bit back another mutter of curse, trying to rid his mind of lewd stirring thought-pieces festering in his fractured mind. "Shhh .. just breathe .." He leaned in, lips to his ear, murmuring soft purrs of further encouragement and praise. "You are doing exceptionally, babe .. we are being stalked by a member of my Pack .. so we must be quiet, very, very, veeery quiet. You can grip my hand or wrist as tight as you can, even bite me if you wish, but take all your silent frustrations out on me if you are able to cope with this "Transitioning" better." He held his Mate close, his arms keeping him near, yet mindful of his wounds, the very ones he caused. Or rather, his "Wolf". The very same of which overtook him, the one of once had complete control.

Shamefully, he shut his eyes as his brooding emotions combated, festering him, tormenting him. Close to shattering like glass, instead of a sob bursting from his silently heaving chest he resorted to clenching his already closed lids, tightly as bitter tears formed beneath. "I wont let those bastards find you, I will not allow them to take what is both precious to me. You or our precious one. This I promise, just hold on Cameron, I will get us out of this Hellish situation, and we will be a family. All three of us. Like we promised the first time we Mated. You remember that, right babe? right?" He kept his vocal below detection, lips still where they were, lightly pressed against his "Intertwined's" ear, still whispering, determined to assist his Cameron through the rough seas of uncertain twinges and pangs. He feared his lover was fading, he could pick up his heart-beats, they were irreguar very very much so. "Just hold on .. I believe you can, and I believe in you."