The hardest part. THe alpha (Ghost, Adyn, Alarice)

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Adyn watched her as she looked toward her former home. The thought crossed his mind, and the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Do you regret it Alarice? Following me here. Do you regret leaving your lands and making Earth your home?

He watched her face, trying to decifer her expression. He wanted nothing more than to have her here with him, but he hated the thought that he could be a reason for any regret on her behalf.

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Adyn leaned into Alarice and then kissed her face.

"I love you more than you know. Come on, I will show you around."

Adyn led her around the territory of Earth. They moved slow, it was hard for Adyn to make the long walk on just three legs, but he would do anything for Alarice and didn't mind doing it. She needed to know where she was going. He skirted the bluffs, he didn't want to take her there at the moment, there was extensive flooding and he wanted to keep her away from all of the danger of rushing water. As he limped along he told her stories, facts, and rules that went along with what he was showing her. He ended his tour with his den.

"There really isn't a lot of rules that you have to watch. Respect is the big one. Respect of the Alpha, of eachother, of life, that is one of the biggest things that we have in Earth. We do not fight, we work through our problems and differences with words rather than teeth and claws. Not that it dosen't happen if need be, but it is very rare. I know that that is a huge change from Hell."

He led her into the den and came to a stop, sitting down to rest. He was tired from the exertion of the trip and showing her around, but tried to hide it from Alarice.

"This is where we will share a nest. If you want to share a bed with me that is...

Adyn had a nesy made of down that he had gathered off of the cottonwood trees in the forest laid over a bed of pine boughs. He hoped that it would be good enough for her. It was soft and warm, and he hoped that she would want to share the sleeping space with him.

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Adyn curle himself aroud her and laid his head across her back. His eyes closed and he drifted off onto a fitful sleep, his wounds were paining him.

********3 hours later*********

Adyn awoke to the pain of his chest and ribs. As he lay in the warmth with his body curled around Alarice, he heard her stomach emitting grumbles of complaint. It had been a long time since they had eaten, as he counted back in his head he figured that it was over 24 hours. Oddly enough he was not hungry in the least.

Slowly, being careful not to wake her, Adyn uncurled himself from around her and prodded the fluff of the nest back into his place to keep her warm. When he knew that he had not woken her, he padded silently out of the den and headed into the woods. He wanted her to have food when she awoke; she was safe in the den untill he got back, nothing would happen to her there.

Adyn had gone a quarter mile into the woods or so when he forund the rabbit. It would be the perfect meal for her. Getting ready to pounce on it, he had shifted his weight to prepare for the attack when the wind shifted. The rabbit lifted its head, allerted to the danger and took off. Adyn was right on it's tail, He gave chase throough the leaves, and soon had the furry body between his ivories.

As he began his trot back to where he had left his beloved, he was stopped short. A pain like none he had ever felt filled his chest. His lungs gasped for air, but it was like they were being squeezed and not allowed to expand. Adyn fell to the ground gasping for air.

Alarice! What am I going to do? She's alone and dosen't know where I am. God, I am so stupid. I just wanted to give her breakfast. Alarice, I love you!

Tears ran down his face. He didn't want to die here, he didn't want to leave her. He couldn't. Adyn faught with all of his might, but slowly the world went black.

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Adyn please, I love you don't leave me. Adyn? Wake up, I don't want to live without you. You promised you wouldn't leave me. You're breaking a promise Adyn!

Her words broke through and he heard them. He stuggled to try and break through the darkness. He faught the darkness to try and come back to her.

"Alarice? Alarice... I'm... here... I'm.... not...leaving... you... You ...have... to... help... me... I... can't.. breathe... You... have... to... help... me..."

His words were soft and labored. Each word was a struggle for him to get through, but he had to let her know that he was still there. He was not leaving her, not matter what it took.

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Adyn wasn't sure how to help. He wasn't sure what was going on.

"It... feels... like... my... chest... is.. full... of... fluid,... and... it... won't.. let... me... breathe... I... can't... get... a... breath... Get... it... out... somehow...?... I... don't... know... what... to... do... but... we... have... to... find... something... fast."

The darkness was trying to close in, but he was fighing it back. He met her eyes and hoped that the fear and pleading that he felt didn't show in them, but he knew that it probably did. And even if it didn't she knew him well enough that she would know anyway. She could read him as easily as he could read her, and he knew it.

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He felt the pain as he paws hit him, but it did nothing to ease his breathing. It was getting harder to pull air into his lungs. Suddenly he knew what she had to do, but feared that she would not be able to handle it. Adyn spoke gently but urgently.

"It... is... filling... with... blood..., there... is... no... room... for... me... to... breathe... I... must... have... hurt... myself... more... than... I... thought... when... my... ribs... broke..., the... sharp... ends... must... have... torn... something.... Alarice.. you... have... to... find... something... sharp... and... let... the... blood... out... Do... you... understand?... Alarice... you... can... do... this...

Adyn was barely breathing now, only small puffs of air getting in as his lungs faught the pressure in his chest.

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Adyn felt the sharp pain as she stabbed him, but felt the relief of it immediately. Within seconds he pulled a ragged but deeper breath into his screaming lungs. He closed his eyes and felt his body start to relax, not having to fight to live any longer. He reveled in the fact that he was safe with the one that he loved, and how she had come to his rescue. He owed her his life.

As this thought crossed his mind, he heard her words. As his oxygen starved mind worked to make sense of them, he suddenly felt the press of sharp canines against his troat and it all snapped into focus. Alarice was no longer with him, Hell was.

Silently he cursed himself. He should not have made her do it, should not have put her in that position. He should not have made her do it when he knew how hard it was for her. Quickly he recovered as he felt the tips of the ivories pop through the flesh and the warmth of blood blossom there as well as the blood covering his side.

His voice was strong and commanding as he spoke to her, leaving no room for debate.

Alarice! Alarice, come back to me. You will not hurt me. Fight her Alarice, fight her and return to me. This is not you. You will not hurt me."