34. Malice Or Sorrow.

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I had a REALLY bad couple of days and I don't feel emotionally well and it taking a toll on me.

Please Enjoy.

Loki shot up ramrod straight gasping for air his nail creating scratch marks around is neck where he had grabbed.

        He toppled out of the bed and hit the ground hard, knocking what little breath he had right from his lungs. Thinking fast he jerked his leg forward where it hit the bed post with a resounding 'bang' waking the sleeping Natalie.

"Loki?" She yawned before taking in his convulsions and blue lips.  "Oh god Loki!"

Natalie got up and rushed to the door and started screaming for help, tears straining her voice. She hoped they got to him in time.

A piercing scream left Loki's body as pain ripped at his side, there was no visible damage but Loki felt like his muscles were ripping and leaving the bone.

Air was knocked back into his form when a heavy hand pounded on his back, the rush was so sudden he started to coatced.

"Breathe baby, in and out, in and out" Natalie instructed graping his face softly in her hands.

Loki marveled at the unmarked skin that held his face so tenderly, Kris had once done the same but this felt better even without the mates warmth.

A thought struck Loki in a rush and he bound to his feet exclaiming his deduction, "it's Kris, somethings happened to her!"

"Just figure that out fuckwit?" Vlader snarled from behind him.

Vlader had been the one who helped him regain his breath, though he probably enjoyed punching the air back into him more then saving his life.

"What's your problem?" Loki foolishly asked.

"You wanna know what my problem is? You wanna fucking know what my problem is you dumbass!"  Vlader didn't give him time to answer choosing to continue his heated rant,  "your my bloody problem! I spend weeks training our troops to defend themself in the coming war and when I get back I find out that you, you little pipsqueak! Have been cheating on the fucking Queen of the Wolves! You are no king, you are nothing! That woman loved you! Cared about you! Worried about you! And you throw it back in her face!"

"She's a freak!" Loki yelled,  "I have tried and tried but I can't do it anymore! I care for her too, I always will but I don't want her as my mate, ahhh!" Loki suddenly fell to the ground his legs unable to hold his weight, pain piercing his body all over again.

"She's in so much pain" Angeles whispered, clinging to Vlader's shoulders her face tucked into neck.

"I know baby I know" Vlader whispered to her, before say aloud  "we're going to our room, you had better fix this when Kris gets back. Oh and word of warning if Kris dies I'll kill you slowly no matter if you think you are the king" Vlader snarled at the still withering form in the floor.

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Kris cracked open her eyes and took in her surroundings, she was still at the lake cover in blood.

She felt incredibly weak from the blood lost, and her body shook from the intensity of the burning aches that came from her wounds.

        Most on her wounds had healed but the pain wouldn't be leaving quickly.

        She rolled over to crawl onto al fours in an attempt to stand, a fierce pain clamed up her form. With deep breathing, determination and a strong thresholds for pain she stood. Even step was taxing but she didn't stop, she wouldn't be weak. Kris was a proud person and wouldn't let her running away be the last anyone saw her, no she would be the one remembered either dying in war or being that last one standing.

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