This is a trick. It's a trick, it's a trick, it's a trick.
Every inch of them, wolf and human both, is screaming for them to get away. There's no way this Miles person, no matter who he is, no matter what his intentions are, will just give them the antidote and expect nothing back. As soon as they leave Benji's side, they're in mortal danger. They know that. They should dart back into the forest and run, weave through the trees and book it home as fast as humanly possible.
But they also know that anything humanly possible is child's play to a wolf. He can outrun them. He can track their scent. He can tear them to pieces. And then who will be left to make sure Benji is okay? If anything happens to Benji, or to the baby, the whole pack will fall apart. Kurt can't go on living knowing that—if they even get to live to see it.
"P-Promise me," they say, clinging to that thread of bravery as they rise to stand, but feeling it fraying with every passing second. Their knees are buckling. Benji whines underneath them, behind them as they take a few tentative steps forward. "You have to promise he'll be okay." Of course they can't trust his word, of course they can't, but what other choice do they have? Kurt reaches out a hand, barely able to breathe.
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Date: 2023-07-16 06:28 pm (UTC)Every inch of them, wolf and human both, is screaming for them to get away. There's no way this Miles person, no matter who he is, no matter what his intentions are, will just give them the antidote and expect nothing back. As soon as they leave Benji's side, they're in mortal danger. They know that. They should dart back into the forest and run, weave through the trees and book it home as fast as humanly possible.
But they also know that anything humanly possible is child's play to a wolf. He can outrun them. He can track their scent. He can tear them to pieces. And then who will be left to make sure Benji is okay? If anything happens to Benji, or to the baby, the whole pack will fall apart. Kurt can't go on living knowing that—if they even get to live to see it.
"P-Promise me," they say, clinging to that thread of bravery as they rise to stand, but feeling it fraying with every passing second. Their knees are buckling. Benji whines underneath them, behind them as they take a few tentative steps forward. "You have to promise he'll be okay." Of course they can't trust his word, of course they can't, but what other choice do they have? Kurt reaches out a hand, barely able to breathe.