[ZAIRE]
Everything hurt.
Zaire should have expected resistance. He knew it was bound after all that he had gotten through while trying to give Nour time.
And he had hoped; gods, he had hoped that this time it would all work.
That the prince would feel better.
But each time they were close, it felt like the prince went further away.
Denial was the one thing that was eating at the Merdel twin. Even worse than it was, consuming the prince. He had been sure he would be able to make him better, that they would get past this and actually build a life.
But grief was messy.
And while Zaire had managed to get the prince back to the palace, he knew that the young wolf was still not ready. That it would take time, and maybe more was needed. Maybe there was a need to get things better, especially with the preheat.
But it was hard.
Oh, it really was.
