Xavi had been an older cub then. Too small to fight, too slow to help. He had watched her get taken, and by the time the adults had reached her, there was nothing left to save.
For those terrible hours when Tera had been missing, that memory had resurfaced with a painful realisation that he had once more failed to protect someone he cared about.
He had also been reminded of the last time a beast had nearly killed Tera.
At this point, Xavi was not sure he even wanted to take his eyes off his mate for a second at this point.
He had been very scared.
And he still was.
He was going to convince her not to go to that pack, or at the very least, he would have to go with her, make sure she was safe there and come back to tend to the cubs and the clan with Ermin.
Xavi lowered himself onto the furs beside Tera, facing her. His golden eyes traced her sleeping face as Nadia dozed peacefully against his chest.
Ermin’s thoughts had been no quieter.
When Tera had vanished, his first thought had been Feron. The jackal had left the clan months ago, but the thought of him coming to take revenge against Tera had been frustrating.
He knew Feron had been redeeming himself in the clan, but he hadn’t entirely trusted him again.
Xavi had put that thought to rest early. The scent at the lake had been wolf, not jackal. But even after Ermin’s theory was dismissed, the fear had not left. It had only changed shape.
His mind had gone to another corrupted beast. The image of Tera’s bloodied back, the sound of the cubs screaming, and the sheer size of the thing that had nearly killed her and their unborn children had rushed back with a vividness that made Ermin’s chest seize yesterday.
He remembered very little of the actual fight. Xavi and another male had done most of the damage. Ermin knew he had been there, knew his claws had torn into the creature’s hide, but the details were lost to a blur of adrenaline and terror.
It was only after the beast had fallen and Tera had been pulled from the rocks that the full weight of what had almost happened had crashed down on him.
The monster had terrified him, but he had also been scared of losing Tera.
And during the search, that same terror had walked beside him through every dark stretch of forest.
He was scared of the corrupted beasts.
It had never been a concern of his while he had been living in the secure tribe.
Ermin’s hand trembled against Althea’s small back. The tremor was slight, but he caught it immediately and stilled his fingers, steadying his breath so the cub wouldn’t feel it.
She was already drifting off, her tiny body warm and limp against his chest, and the last thing he wanted was for his fear to seep into her sleep.
He was glad Tera had been found safe and sound.
"I do not trust them," Xavi murmured.
Ermin glanced at him, a bit confused.
"The wolves?"
Xavi nodded, and Ermin was quiet for a moment. He had noticed something off about the wolf pack, but hadn’t been able to place it.
He had assumed they were just wary of outsiders. Back in Jackdaw, they were naturally suspicious of strangers entering or coming close to their territory.
"Well. They did seem strange, but maybe they were scared?"



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