Saga 2 Episode 47: The Bottom of The Food Chain Pt 2

## **And So It Begins**

Early the next morning, Walter would’ve found himself in bed beside Tahira. Not completely awake at this point, his eyes barely fluttered open to look  upon her. He growled in a low tone before letting his eyes close again. His wounds healing up like they were supposed to, and his hand resting on the bottom side of hers. The instant before he’d fallen asleep his nose had picked up another scent that wasn’t familiar to him. That being said the scent never approached him or made notion to…so he kept that in mind and kept his guard up even while sleeping as hard as he was. Walter finally opted to wake himself up, snatching his hand away and sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing her as the sunlight beamed in through the openings of the blinds. It was about 8 a.m in the morning and Walter would’ve turned his head towards her. “Wake up Tahira. I spent all night taking your pain you should be feeling good enough to walk…I would’ve undressed you but it didn’t feel right. Your wounds have been tended to. You should leave.” Walter sat nude on the edge of the bed as after the lycan transformation he loses his clothes, he didn’t look back at her. He didn’t want her to see the concern in his eyes that he’d had for her. If she didn’t wake up, He’d repeat her name once more, as he didn’t want to have her here any longer than he had to. “Tahira. Get up.”

Draven found himself awakening with the rising of the morning of the sun, the 38 year old wolfblood rather surprised or should we say shocked that he'd some how fallen asleep whilst keeping vigil near Walter's swank apartment sometime during the night. Using that of his fore paws to push up from the roof's sediment onto his hind legs whilst parting his jaws revealing fangs and all as he yawned then shook off the morning dew from his nice soft black fur. His head turning in the direction of male's voice he heard above the sound of the morning traffic, as he spoke Tahira's name in manner that in truth really rubbed Dre the wrong way before going on to point out that he'd cared enough for to the point that she could walk and that she should do so to taking her leave. Now honestly even with being the bad ass son of bitch that he was Draven found the elder wolfbloods mannerism towards his injured alpha to be down right to the fuck rude especially after having spent the entire night tending with her with the care of a saint too. “Nah I don't give a fuck how powerful this bitch is when Tah wakes up I'm going in to get her and taking her away from this piece of shit.” He thought, drawing closer to the roof's edge to get a better look in just in case Tahira did start to stir in light of her “savior's” words.

Even in the blanket of darkness she was in Tahira could feel him, his presence wrapped warmly about her like the warmth of a blanket carefully protecting her from the cold and bitter sweet plain of existence. “Is this heaven?” she asked herself mentally wanting so desperately to open her eyes to look upon him but even this was happening very slowly. From the outside she could feel the morning sun's rays upon her brown skin as they made their way into Walter's apartment through an opened window, a good sign as any since up until then all she could feel was mind numbing pain from having been poisoned the night before by Axel. Pain that would come to steal what chances she had of survival she had of escaping death only to be removed by a touch that when awake she would rather loathed than desire as she pressed her body up against the soft plush makings of what felt to her like the makings of a bed and not the clouds that most were made envision that were drifting along in the afterlife. “Wait a fucking minute...” She realized just as a familiar voice that she'd come to detest spoke up. “Wake up Tahira. I spent all night taking your pain you should be feeling good enough to walk…I would’ve undressed you but it didn’t feel right. Your wounds have been tended to. You should leave.” It was Walter's! The she wolf noted almost growling instant agitation at the mere sound of him being in such proximity to her and literally breaking the bounds of their agreement. “I take that back this is most certainly the depths of hell.” she muttered groggily to herself using what will she could to break the bounds of whatever slumber she was in order to wake herself before the annoying asshole berated her again. Her arms of course being the first to show signs to Walter that there was indeed life inside of her as they moved though rather sluggishly at first before finally gaining the stabilization needed to try and place her hands against the makings of the mattress in an attempt to push up just as her lashes slowly began to open up revealing to both Walter and Draven that she had indeed hadn't passed from this life. And though every inch of her body felt like a two ton brick as result of the poison draining most her strength to fight it off Tahira did make great gains in her effort to at least sit up, her eyes moving over the well furnished apartment as they attempted to adjust with seeing light once to get understand of just where in fucks name she was in the first place. Whilst her nose quickly verified her location  the moment she moved to take a breath, taking in Walter's scent which was all over the place and her too thus causing her to immediately jerk in her head in despite its weight and the terribly pounding in her head not to mention else were (coughs, coughs) in the direction of the owner of this swanky place. “You!” she hissed her eyes falling upon the naked male who sat on the adjust side of the bed with her back towards her, literally in the nude which prompted Tah to quickly use her hands to inspect her person to see if indeed something foul had happened between them while she was unconscious as her mind was running a million miles per minute with thoughts of speculations that are waaayyy too explicit to be even spoken in this post by a virgin! Thank you writer.... No problem Tahira lol. But any who....upon finding no proof that she had indeed been soiled by his hand, Tah would place some effort of her strength into her slightly burning legs, bending them at the knee before turning towards the left in order to place her bare feet up against the  marble floors beneath. For she wanted to leave this place just as much as Walter wanted her gone, her mental link to Draven and Cheyenne of course  steadily recovering just enough for her to know that older of the two was nearby watching over her in all of this which brought her some comfort as Dre made his move to jump off the roof where he's spent the night to make his advance towards Walter's building. Tahira of course remaining silent since her outburst as she'd also realized in her frantic searching of her body that  wound Axel had given her also been seen too. Undoubtedly Walter's doing  along with removing the poison from her body a feat that even she couldn't believe that he had which also made her feel guilty at her screaming at him like she did, moving unsteadily but still managing enough to push off the bed in order to stand before starting to walk towards where her shoes were and slipping them on. The eerie silence between them continuing on even as she moved towards the bedroom door to leave as in truth she didn't wish to part from him after spending a night with him alone that is until Tahira broke it with the words, “Merci d'avoir sauvé ma vie Walter , je vous dois une (Thank you for saving my life Walter, I owe you one)” as she turned facing him one last time with a smile on her lovely face despite the tears that lay in her eyes before turning back around and heading out. If Walter would've chose at any point during this point to speak to her or made any attempt to stop her in doing so she would've greatly welcomed it not matter what the cost to herself, as she was still too weak to make the trip home yet.

Draven by this point having picked the security lock on one of the emergency exits to the building having shifted his gifted self back into his human form and bolting as fast as he could up the steps using Tahira's scent to track just what floor she was on. “Hang in there Tah, I'm coming.” he'd say sensing through their bond that she was in no shape or condition to be moving around like that or on her own trying to any way.

“Merci d'avoir sauvé ma vie Walter , je vous dois une (Thank you for saving my life Walter, I owe you one)”

Walter heard these words come form her mouth. He’d ignored her up to this point simply waiting for her to demonstrate that inner fire she had, pull herself up form this and walk out of here like nothing happened. However besides the smell he was picking up on actually moving towards his apartment now, Walter turned to see her smiling at him. This made him uneasy…was that a genuine smile? Like…a real smile? Walter couldn’t remember the last time someone genuinely smiled at him since his own mother. Hearing her words he could smell the stench of salt rising in the tear ducts of her eyes. Walter’s eyes softened for a moment looking at her, before he stood himself up and huffed loudly. “Hey.” He spoke, looking over at her he’d gesture with his hand pointing at her. “You’re still moving uneasy. As much as I want you gone…or dead.” Walter paused. “You were in my line of fire last night. That wound wasn’t meant for you. Don’t take this to heart but I feel obligated to at least get you back in good condition before I kick you out of here.” Walter walked over to his dresser, putting on only a pair of basket ball shorts that stopped just above his knees. “Besides, if you are going to die, that priviliage will be by my hand. Not by some overly emotional hunter.” Walter began to walk up beside her, putting a surprisingly reassuring arm around her waist to help her upright a bit. “Get to the couch I’ll make you some tea or something.”

If she allowed him to help her, he’d move her to the couch, sitting her down and standing straight up to fold his arms looking at her. “What were you even doing out that late at night? You’re the same one who warned me about their activities. You’re a creature of the night at the end of the day like me and ol buddy didn’t look like he was about to stop his blade for  you regardless of your prior history.” Walter had made his way into the kitchen and started to pour water into a pot. Grabbing a couple of herbal tea packs, he’d thrown them into the water and cut the stove on, letting it come to a slow boil. He reached into the drawer and pulled out some pads and medical tape. Walking back over to her he’d squat down in front of her with the supplies, and disinfectant in his hand. He’d hold them out to her. “You should patch yourself up…of course if you can’t I can. Just…stop thanking me.” If she couldn’t do it her self Walter would close his eyes and exhale through his nostrils. “Take your top off so I can thoroughly wrap the wound.  It’s healing slow cause of the stuff used. Some is still in your system so…”

However if she didn’t need his help he’d let her take the supplies and wait to further get her opinion on things.

Tahira's smile would've been one of genuine natural of a heart that though it claimed not to want him around was indeed grateful for this one time that he was not that it would've mattered to Walter if he'd known this or not. Tah told herself making her way towards the living area of the apartment still a bit shaky but refusing to show any sign of weakness to the alpha that was behind her all the while taking in the expensive taste that her mate had when it came to furniture, rugs, and other things that adorned the landscape of the room itself. Apart of herself believing that all of this material stuff and it price tags were nothing more than a rouse or cover to the real person that Walter was truly. The sound of him huffing rather loudly entering her thoughts as she would motion a hand forward in the direction of the door knob and begin to turn it to the right some then open the door some just as she heard, “Hey.” fall from Walter's lips.  “You’re still moving uneasy. As much as I want you gone…or dead. You were in my line of fire last night. That wound wasn’t meant for you. Don’t take this to heart but I feel obligated to at least get you back in good condition before I kick you out of here.” She heard him go on to say part of herself becoming rather relieved that she wouldn't have to go outside just yet in the state she was in at alone that is as this would give her time to stabilize her mind just enough for her contact Chey or Draven via their mental link to come and aid her. The she wolf taking several slow breaths as the wound she'd been given was still slow in its efforts to heal itself, no doubt an side effect of having combined two very deadly yet fatal poisons with one another for a very effect kill as Tahira could hear Walter's footsteps against the floor and the makings of closet or drawer opening which meant he was attempting to make himself more presentable before speaking again something that if she were in peak form she would have slit his throat open for with her own claws. “Besides, if you are going to die, that privilege will be by my hand. Not by some overly emotional hunter.” Tah's face furrowing into “really mofo?” sorta look her tongue starting to move behind it with a tone to match it but she held it for the sake of not wanting to be a disrespectful ass like he was being at the moment. His reassuring arm around her waist once he'd walked up her catching her off guard a bit as she moved to turn from the open door as Walter tells her go sit on the couch while he heads into the kitchen to make her some tea or something. Another gesture that made Tah wonder if she dreaming or whatever as she did so with little objection.

Unfortunately for the pair, Draven had managed to crest top part of the stairs on the floor that she and Walter were on and even more heated as his mental link with Tahira revealed to him quite a bit of information about what had happened the night before in regards to the Warlock and just what kind of state his alpha was in after being struck with not one but two poisons at the same time. The sight of an open door in his blue eyes proving that he was indeed in the right place as Tahira's face and form came into view, a sight that made Dre just want to run to her and pick her hugging tightly as she would him normally, his heavy footsteps quickening as he could hear the steps of the other wolfblood that was behind her heading towards the door as well. “No doubt to finish kicking her out.” he wagered, the thought of any alpha wolf male or female turn away an injured comrade regardless of which pack rather disgusting him to the core as by now he was just mere seconds away from Walter's front door only to have the very same thing that shock Tahira blow him away as well. There was the older male standing there with Tah with his arm about her waist aiding her to stand and telling her.  “Get to the couch I’ll make you some tea or something.” as if he weren't trying to be rid her but moments earlier. Tahira allowing Walter to aid her to the couch and completely forgetting that it open thus leaving room for Draven to barge in the moment Walter started to ask questions about why she was out so late and pointing out other facts that she knew he was right about to being with. “I was just finishing up a project at school and was on my way home when Axel started tailing me, he stayed on my trail for a good minute that until he found you I'd wager. Yes I did and I do think last night proved that point to us both.” she remarked in a bitter sweet sort of fashion taking a seat on the sofa while Walter moved into the kitchen to prepare the tea. Tah still breathing rather slowly regardless of how much her lungs were screaming for more oxygen as it still hurt her too much to breath normally yet. The she wolf catching sight of her mate returning with several medical supplies in hand trying to pass them to her before reaching up to take them from him. “You should patch yourself up…of course if you can’t I can. Just…stop thanking me.” “Genuine gratitude making a tough guy like you uncomfortable, who'd thunk it?” she giggled trying to make light of such an awkward situation her hands moving to prep the supplies all while they remained covered to stay sterile not that any normal infections could kill her any way, but in this condition she didn't want to chance it “Given the extent of the wound I'd say it would be easier if I took the front side and you back if that okay?” Tahira of course judging by his reaction to her words that this was not before he spoke again. “Take your top off so I can thoroughly wrap the wound.  It’s healing slow cause of the stuff used. Some is still in your system so…” Tah would listen him speak her hands lowering about her waist some in order to allowing her nimble fingers to curl about the ends of her turtle neck, grasping it tightly, and then slowly moving it up and over breasts towards her head where she pulls her head through completely before laying the shirt on lap. “Yeah no kidding whatever that second poison was it is a pain I'm just glad it missed my heart.” taking note that bra she'd been wearing the night before had been cut off from her mostly when she was stabbed leaving what parts of her hair that were down cover her bare breasts gesturing to Walter to go first as she wouldn't be able tend to her half of the wound until the back was completed. If indeed he agreed to do so to begin with. Tahira strangely enough finding herself being rather comfortable with being half naked in a room with him like this which in itself was....well you know....odd. Her voice breaking the silence some, “Tell me...what happened after I blacked out..all I could feel was an eruption of power?”

Draven of course now being within an ear shot to an eye ball away baring witness to such a scene could again not believe it either. As many times as he's tried to get a peek at Tah he could never come as close as this guy without getting a black eye. Not only that but she wasn't even making a big deal about him seeing her naked from the waist up to say the very least. The 38 year deciding that he'd seen just about enough of this shit as he made his way towards left ajar door, in attempt to enter Walter's residence only to find that when looked up again he'd see Tahira sitting there literally looking dead at him through the doors crack speaking a hushed tone that is so low that only animals with a very keen sense of hearing could hear the conversation and making it appear to anyone else as if she were just sitting there quietly while being tended to. -c-

“Draven what are you doing here? Are you trying to get kill?” her eyes would shift back in Walter's direction knowing full well that by now he might have already picked up on his scent and shifted his defenses but what she isn't aware of is that though she isn't speaking in a normal tone he might could still hear what they are saying. “I'd ask you the same thing Tah, who the hell is that guy? What the hell happened last night? And why are you letting him touch you?” Draven ranted, her eyes taking note that he was angry...or rather beyond it. “It's long story and right now I don't have time to tell it, all you need to know is that I'm fine. Now please leave before my mat....” she would stop that last part having slipped from her tongue but unfortunately the she wolf could see that Dre's face had already gone from tan to outright red when he heard the word “mate” in the sentence. “Your mate....is that what you just said Tah....that guy is your mate. Oh hell naw there isn't no way that the God of Wolfbloods would pair that evil fuck with a girl sweet as you, there's gotta be some mistake....” he ranted. “....mean yeah he saved you from death and all but then wakes up ready to kick you out the door like yesterday's trash like you weren't injured for his sake or something....I swear based on what you've told me about your alpha....Kin would've killed him for trying send you out in your present condition.”

Now if there was nothing else that Walter might have heard that last part out of Draven's mouth would have been it. Tahira immediately moving to their mental link to finish the scolding as the last thing or rather one of them she wanted folks to know besides Mike and Cho that Kin was the reason she was a wolfblood to begin with as she order Draven to return to the hotel and wait for her and to tell Cheyenne to bring her change clothes. Draven of course was hell bent against but Tah didn't give a damn any more she wanted her gone for his safety and her own right now as using her mental link was taking it toll as the young male left heated and ready to kill anything hopefully a warlock that he'd encounter on the way back. -e-

“Genuine gratitude making a tough guy like you uncomfortable, who'd thunk it?” Walter listened to her giggle and cursed under his breathe for finding such a trivial thing remotely adorable. “Given the extent of the wound I'd say it would be easier if I took the front side and you back if that okay?” Walter heeded said advice and as she removed her shirt to reveal the lacey bra she was wearing, Walter began to pour some of the anesthetic in his hand and rubbing his hands together he stood on both knees and hesitantly let his hands hover over both sides of her chest. In doing this he finally closed his eyes and put aside his raging sexual tension and began to apply the medication around the wound on her chest. His hands smoothing over the tops of her breast opting to rub the entire area with a special medication to relax the muscle and the nerves and make the self-healing even easier since there would be even less pain to think about during the process. Walter would’ve then stood up and began rubbing her back side with the medication as well as the blade did pierce front and back. After which he grabbed some cloth and opted to start cleaning around the wounds to make sure all blood was gone before he’d reach down and grab the pads to attach to the wounds. That’s when she asked a very interesting question of him.

“Tell me...what happened after I blacked out..all I could feel was an eruption of power?” by this point walter had the gauls pressed against each wound and was currently in the process of wrapping the bandages around her upper body in order to keep pressure on the pads and prevent any further discharge of pus or blood. “That was me.” Walter tied the back of the bandages up into a knot to keep them secure on her body. “I don’t know…but when I saw you in danger I felt a surge of power. Stronger than I’d ever felt in my entire life, which is saying something considering I’ve feasted upon hundereds of wolfblood hearts to obtain the level of power I myself have now.” Walter stood straight up again folding his arms. “I hatted it. It’s something I see I can’t obtain unless your in mortal danger. It felt warm and fuzzy, two feelings I’m not at all comfortable with.” He turned away from her to look out of his window. “You can cover back up now…” Walter could admit he wanted to touch her some more. Even just having her here made the image of the kiss they shared rush thorugh his mind. How good it felt…how soft her lips were…it was all so…right. Which was wrong by all accounts for the mission he was planning to succeed in. she was a liability and a potential burden he didn’t want to be responsible for.  Walter was about to suggest to her to get some rest, until he silently sniffed the air..and caught wind of a scent he didn’t want to have in his nostrils. There was someone else here…but he kept his cool and chose to remain alof. Still that didn’t stop the golden hues from turning into a hellish red, which was convienent since he was facing away from the both of them.

Walter could hear the whispers. They weren’t the usual whispers he hears from the dead victims lives he’s taken over the years. Those were much more cryptic in nature. These were meant to be secretive, and for what it was worthy they were pretty good. Walter couldn’t hear what Tahira and the other were initially saying at first, which gave him the impression they’ve had to do this around some high tier sensory users before. However it only took some mild adjustments and Walter would’ve been tuned into their whispering frequency hearing it as clear as a satellite radio station.

“Your mate....is that what you just said Tah....that guy is your mate. Oh hell naw there isn't no way that the God of Wolfbloods would pair that evil fuck with a girl sweet as you, there's gotta be some mistake....mean yeah he saved you from death and all but then wakes up ready to kick you out the door like yesterday's trash like you weren't injured for his sake or something....I swear based on what you've told me about your alpha....Kin would've killed him for trying send you out in your present condition.”

Walter turned his head towards his ajar door, being able to acutely see another face in the crease of it. He began to growl in a low tone, letting his fangs bare form the corners of his lips as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Get out.” Weather the evesdropping male was at the door or well on his way Walter would’ve insulted the male by speaking at the same low frequency that the two of them were whispering at, if nothing else to demonstrate that he could not only hear the conversation that they had but also he was capable of the very same tricks of the trade, so trying to fool an elder wolfblood such as himself was a near impossibility. Walter would’ve snapped his gaze towards Tahira speaking with a firm tone. “You’re Alpha…was Kin Tasanagi? The Okami brat?” Walter clenced his fist and as he did they cracked. Hearing Okami’s vessel even mentioned in his vicinity angered him. Walter’s fist began to shake as he kept speaking. “This also means…that you hold tid bits of Okami’s essence within your being as well. Which explains the overbearing hatered I have for you being my mate, and why I’m drawn to you. Okami…” Walter ran a hand through his black locks of hair and left it there. “Is the only Wolfblood I’ve never been able to defeat. His son’s might best me as well, but before he came along I was cream of the crop. Lupus Dominus was the name feared through out the lands…the wolf lord. That was me…until he came from the Shinto realm and took that position from me.” Walter paced in place for a moment.

“I am not so ignorant to think myself above the creaters of what we are, but I know how powerful I am…and I know how powerful he is. I’ve obtained over 200+ years of power only to be outdone by a damned birth right.” Referring to how he was previously defeated by one of Okami’s earlier vessels: Kagemaru Tasanagi. Walter however took a deep breathe and exhaled it slowly, putting his hands behind his back, holding his left wrist with his right hand. He let out a light chuckle looking away from Tahira. “The game has changed once again. It seems as though you are more valuable than even I could imagine. Which means you were one of the scents of him I picked up on. I didn’t catch it quick enough because you smelled like  Warlock and after last night I see that was confirmed.” Walter turned to look at her again. “I can smell the mutagen but you threw me off. You’ve singlehandedly succeeded in making me look like a fool by potentially having the answer to all of my problems right under my mate seeking nose. You beautiful dark skinned devil you…” Walter looked at his right hand and his enlonged claws. “I’ll be honest. Now I really want to take your heart, and fry it with a side of scrambled eggs..alas I cannot. Because I have to face the reality of the situation.” Walter lowered his hand and walked into the kitchen, taking the tea from the pan and pouring it into two cups. He walked back over towards her and squatted down infront of her again holding out the piping hot cup of tea twaords her.

“I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anything in this hell on earth. In all of my years, I never thought that the irony highlight of my life would be to find a mate with the essence of that whom I’d sworn to kill.” Had she taken the cup, Walter would’ve stood up puling up a chair to sit infront of her, and sipping on the cup himself now sighing lightly through his nose.  Walter had reached a bit of a delima…if she had Okami’s essence within her that means she’d only be naturally drawn to the others who have the same. Kin was her alpha and Okami connects all…menaing she would’ve had to have known about Mike and Cho, maybe even cliqued up with them by now. She and those two may be able to lead him to Kin but he had to play his cards right. She was no fool, not by a long shot. He wasn’t going to be able to manipulate her and if that be the case he’d have to engage her in a game of chess so to speak. Making his moves while she made his. “you’ve hindered my initial efforts…none the less I shall continue with what I’ve planned. You now know 25% of it, but the other 75% is classified. Can’t have you stopping me now can I. So tell me, before I move to go hunt down your disrespectful companion that is.” Walter took another sip of his tea before speaking again. “Exactly who are you…Tahira. You’ve heard of me. I know nothing of you.” Walter looked at her with a serious look. While serious it was a look of acknowledgement and respect. He understood she couldn’t be played and instead of attempting that he’d simply address her up front and right out. She seemed to respond to that better than anything else. And since she still had to heal they had all of the time in the world.

[9:30:45 AM] The Silver Haired Noble: Walter's explanation in regards to what happened seemed to baffle Tahira very...unreal at first but having heard certain wolves gain an incredible "surge" in power before in wake of their mates being harmed she supposed it was in a way true. The elder wolfblood detest for the feelings it gave causing her to chuckle to herself. And though he'd already turn to make his leave of this place still very much hot under the collar,  Draven couldn't help freeze in his tracks the moment he heard the elder Wolfblood demand the words, "Get out!"on the same level of frequency that he and Tahira had just been speaking as him doing so quite literally sent chills down his spine. Not to mention Tahira's as very few Wolfbloods knew of this trick considering it had been created by the Warlocks for the usage of communication with one another when in pursuit of the wolves to begin with. The anger in his face quite apparent as he completed his treatment of her wound from his end thus allowing her to put back on her slightly damaged shirt once she'd done the same on hers despite the sexual tension between them, the words "the old ones like him...are very powerful" from her former mentor suddenly recalling themselves in her mind. Draven however only moved to hasten his steps to leave after this, deciding that if that bastard was this powerful enough to deciphar a warlock taught skill that took him almost a year to master in matters of minutes that he seriously didn't want to know what other tricks he had up his sleeves if he chose not to heed his warning. Tah of course being relieved of this despite the sexual tension and pang of guilt she was feeling within herself as Walter made known in his rantings that he had indeed heard Draven's statement regarding Kin. "You're Alpha...was Kin Tasanagi? The Okami brat?" Tah watched Walter's fingers curl up into the palms of his hands, the popping sound they made making her left brow furrow at the sickening sound a bit. Her reply being only two simple, "Yes's." As in truth she couldn't lie to him, no mate could when in the presence of the other or so she'd been told. "This so means...that you hold tidbits of Okami's essence within your being as well. Which explains the overbearing hatred I have for you being my mate, and why I'm drawn to you. Okami..." She watched him run his hand through his dark locks, leaving it there for the moment as he paused before going on to explain further. "...Is the only Wolfblood I've never been able to defeat. His son's might bested me as well, but before he came along I was the cream of the crop. Lupus Dominus was the name feared throughout the lands...the wolf lord. That was me...until he came from the Shinto Realm and took that position from me." While starting to pace. The impact of Walter's story actually making Tahira sympathize with him just a little having face one of the Elder's sons herself in battle.

"I am not so ignorant to think myself above the creators of what we are, but I know how powerful I am...and I know how powerful he is. I've obtained over 200+ years of power only to be outdone by a damned birthright." His implications to another who had defeated him in combat suddenly bringing to mind the story Elder Okami had told her about Kagemaru Tasanagi, Kin's great grandfather...other one of his vessels as some part of her was growing a but wary of just what he was getting at by telling her all of this as he places both of his hands behind his back clapping his left wrist with his right hand. The chuckle that soon followed making the young female Wolfblood suddenly wary of her intended as in most cases it usually meant that a person was up to no good. And for Walter who was now looking at her, Tah wagered that was almost always. "The game has changed once again. It seems as though you are more valuable than even I imagine. Which means you were one of the scents of him I picked up on. I didn't catch it quick enough because you smelled like a Warlock and after last night I see that was confirmed." Again she would find his gaze upon her which was starting to creep her the fook out honestly. "I can smell the mutagen but you threw me off. You've single handedly succeeded in making me look like a fool by potientally having all the answers to all of my problems right under my mate seeking nose. You beautiful dark skinned devil you..." 'Yup!' Tah told herself her guard going up as he would begin to flex his hands, his claws now extended. 'He's definitely up to no good now gotta watch it.' Walter's last statement in addition to wanting devour her heart really knocking her for a loop as the words as the male retreated into the kitchen only to return with an English style tea set with two cups and pouring her some before offering it to her, "I care about you, more than I've cared about anything in this hell on Earth. I never thought that the irony highlight of my life would be to find a mate with the essence of that whom I'd sworn to kill."

Tahira of course accepted the cup him taking it into her own hands, softly blowing a soft breath over the liquid brewed herb unsure of what else she was supposed to do here as she didn't expect Walter to outright confess such a this whilst in the heat of an angry brooding, her golden gaze casting itself downwards as she would life the cup to her lips warily to have a sip and quickly taking note that it was earl grey tea. One of her favorites. She of course taking note of Walter moving to sit in a seat in front of her thus further raising her suspicions on his intentions as she swallowed the warm liquid. Her mind shifting towards the encounter with two tarts that carried a faint whiff of his scent at Nadine's several nights ago causing her smirk while Walter prattled on about her only knowing a quarter of the part he had to play in this elaborate game of war they all had been thrusted in, the rest was however a secret and how much of a hindrance she was to his initial efforts. Now this....she could let go on and on forever as she could give damn less as nothing stays in the darkness forever but it was his threat to Draven her subordinate that brought her wolf to the surface as he made a demand that she tell him just who she was after hearing about himself and his legacy for most of the morning. Tahira suddenly letting that legendary Wolfblood pride show itself the moment she let loose a rather wild yet scornful laugh. -c-

"You know up until that threat I actually believed that you were trying being sincere, to which I cannot deny that I too care about you very much so and not just sexually either. As to what I know or rather you think I know about your little plan for my heart or even the ill intent you seem to have set for my alpha I could blatantly not give a damn." Tahira laid into him carefully showing to him the de poo ths of her feelings in her eyes while her face showed him that he'd had thrown his last set of threats her way, hopefully for good this time as she sought to settle this score once and for all rather not caring to be bullied. "Kin can defend himself against your likes but you think that I will let you just threaten a member of MY ranks just because you want information...tch then my condescending devilish Frenchman perhaps I should do the same to that cotton candy little twat and her friend, who you so "carefully" sent after some friends of mines while I was in their company the other night. Maybe rip out their uteruses along with their entrails and fashion them into two nooses so I can properly hang them both up in vestibule below." The seriousness in her tone not wavering not even once as she spoke, Tah allowing her eyes to level with his own before picking up the tea cup again in order to take a sip from it. Her hatred of using such tacky tactics hitting a level of disgust in her the likes Walter would never know before spoke in a more calming yet agitated tone. "As to who I am mon cher, that is simple...I am the eldest daughter of a Nomack's chief long since dead who left home to escape the fate now thrusted upon her by the presence of the man before her. Found by Warlocks and training in their ways exchange to not be returned to the place she had run from. Only met a Wolfblood at the age of 22, train him, die in building of flames, and be reborn by his hand into what you see before you. I've stood toe to toe with the Wolf King Lyakon battling him and his hordes with my alpha to ensure the whole world didn't share our fate as that was his goal. I even at one point cared for him. But in the end after Lyakon was defeated I was left wounded and alone. Searching for answers from a man who now know didn't even have clue of as well. It would be years before I would come to know the truth of this and learn what I have on my own, and I'm not about to let you or the Warlocks stop me from doing what needs to be done." -e-

Walter listened to the laugh she let out. As condescending as it was he continued drinking from his tea cup to hear her out, casually folding one leg over the other. Siting with good posture even in the face of someone who was seeming to be pretty authoritive. This is what tends to happen when you mix two people who both seemingly want to be the heads of almost everything they’re involved in.

 "You know up until that threat I actually believed that you were trying being sincere, to which I cannot deny that I too care about you very much so and not just sexually either. As to what I know or rather you think I know about your little plan for my heart or even the ill intent you seem to have set for my alpha I could blatantly not give a damn."

“Hm.” Walter uttered keeping the tea cup on the edge of his lip. He knew she had more to say, she most certainly always did. A scowl on his face with lips hidden behind the tea cup as he stared at her blinking once before she continued.

"Kin can defend himself against your likes but you think that I will let you just threaten a member of MY ranks just because you want information...tch then my condescending devilish Frenchman perhaps I should do the same to that cotton candy little twat and her friend, who you so "carefully" sent after some friends of mines while I was in their company the other night. Maybe rip out their uteruses along with their entrails and fashion them into two nooses so I can properly hang them both up in vestibule below."

Walter put the cup down nodding. “Not bad.” He uttered putting the cup down on the table and folding his hands to sit in his lap. His demeanor while calm and cool was slightly off putting. This is when she finally got to the boot of everything. She began to explain who she was and how she came to be. From being burned alive and reborn with this gift of being a Wolfblood. She also revealed battling Lyakon and being left alone afterwards. Walter could relate somewhat, the feeling of being alone, after having your comfort zone taken away from you…Walter closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling and exhaling. “So that’s why you have this weird physiology. I’m glad I know this now.” Walter leaned forward a little bit resting his elbows on his now open legs, looking at her very soul. “Let’s not get cheeky with one another. You’re a smart girl so you should be looking at every variable of your situation. You see by the rules of this mating thing I cannot lie to you. It of course is a terrible fate but true. So everything I’m about to give you is indeed out of the accuracy of our scenario.” Walter lowered his head taking in a breathe before raising it again. “You’ve no leverage with me Tahira and it’s important you know that. For as beautiful as you are, you’re arrogance is a match for my own which while alluring is a slap in the face to my pride. The beta’s I’ve chosen are trash. Exendibles, they could die in the next hour and I lose nothing valuble…but I know your little secret with the Mike boy. I know…he’s the Wolf Prophet.” Walter smiled…genuinely. “I know he is the key to uniting the gifted wolves and preventing another full scale Wolf War as his generation herritidge destines him to. I also know that while I can’t take your life…I can take his.” Walter chuckled. “I could gut the little man like a fish and not even bat an eye devour his heart, and walk off like nothing happened. Ending that cyle, obtaining even a snippet of Okami’s power and becoming the one true wolf lord.” Walter stood up walking around the, taking each time before each step he took to continue speaking.

“This is the tricky part because I know what you very well could do. You could try to fight the bond we have an kill me here…but you won’t. The same goes for me.” Walter now behind the couch and her, let a hand place down upon her shoulder. “Call what you will, this is a game of chess between us. Who moves their pieces in the proper pattern and strategy to best the other, even while not able to physically harm the other. “ the hand on her shoulder turned to a finger that guided itself up from her shoulder, and up the curve of her neck, to the underside of her chin tilting her head up so she’d have an upside down view of his face. His eyes softening to look down at her. Red hues vanish to turn back into his natural golden ones. “The end result of this whole thing ends with me and you. Regardless I’m man enough to admit I hate our opposing positions but not you as a person. If anything I admit I admire you, how you are…how you carry yourself so proudly…” Walter rested his elbows on the top of the couch this time, thus brining his and her face to face once again in kissing range as he continued talking to her, with closed eyes this time. He looked a lot less violent when his eyes were closed, vulnerable even. “You can’t stop me Tahira. You’ll tell me I won’t win and how you’ll do what you have to, to protect the ones you love. We’ll sit here and spout threats all day because that’s how we are. We both like to have the upper hand in any situation. We’re destined to fued. To always be at each others throats in the light of the sun…”

Walter moved his head to now be beside hers, his cheek brushing against hers as strong arms cascaded their way around her neck and chest, so he could talk into her neck…as if giving her a hug. For someone so cold his touch was warm and ironically reassuring. “...and to hold each others hands in the light of the moon…We’ll always come right back here. Asking ourselves “Why can’t it stay like this?” Walter left his eyes closed breathing against Tahira’s neck from this over the couch angle, before giving the smooth dark skin scattered and periodic kisses. His words were bitter sweet some sounding like an insult and some coming off as genuine longing. The want to have something more than bloodshed. This would’ve been an important point for Tahira as she’d be able to see something there. There was indeed a side of Walter that had perhaps been hurt in the past, a vulnerable side he kept very well masked with his own killer desires. “Do you know what happens to Wolfbloods like me?” He opened with.

“When ever a Wolfblood takes a life of innocent… then there soul will imprint on the wolfblood and they will forever see this phantoms of the people whom once lived before said wolfblood took their life. They say they will always see these spirits as they haunt them for all of eternity and so on…when I get weak even for a moment I see the sin’s I’ve committed. In my most private moments while I’m alone If I let them they come to me. I hear them. I hate it…I detest their voices and their images…but when you’re around all I ever seem to see and hear is you. You make me remember what it means to be a person and not a monster…and I hate you for it.”

"So that why you have this wierd physiology.  I'm glad I know this now." Walter would've closed his eyes exhaling. "I wouldn't call it wierd but rather unique." Tahira states rather fondly. Her mate leaning forward with both elbows on his parted legs, staring deep into her soul. "Let's not get cheeky with one another. You're a smart girl so you should be looking at every variable of your situation.  You see by the rules of mating I cannot lie to you. It of course is a terrible fate but true." He pointed out, which was something that she already knew. "So everything i'm about to give you is accuracy of our scenario." Tah would watch his head lower and as she did she'd wonder if Walter would realize just how pointless his threats were to her and those that were around her, as each in their own way could take him on even without her help. The elder wolf lifting his head in order to speak, "You've no leverage with me Tahira and it's important you that. For as beautiful as you are, you're arrogance is a match for my own while alluring is a slap in the face to my pride.  The betas I've chosen are trash. Expendables, they could die in next hour and I lose nothing valuable...but I know your little secret with the Mike boy. I know...he's the Wolf Prophet." Tahira would only lean back against the makings of the sofa upon hearing this tidbit of news as it was as even she didn't know this, her face not revealing as to what she thinking. 'That explains why the boy can't fight worth a shit alright, damn pacifist!' Walter's smile really giving her the creeps despite its genuine authenticity. "I know he is the key to uniting the gifted wolves and preventing another full scale Wolf War as his generation destined him to. I can also know that while I can't your life...I can take his." His chuckle letting her know that another threat was yet looming itself on that tongue of his, the she wolf rolling her eyes some as he really hadn't learned his lesson over the years when it came to those close to the God of the Wolfbloods. The threat on Mike's life falling from his lips right on schedule like steady beat of songs tempo as Walter stood upright taking his step with each as the drawn out speech continued.

"This is the tricky part because I know what you very well could do. You could try to fight the bond we have and kill me here...but you won't. The same goes for me." Tahira stopping him right there, "Oh but you'd be surprised what one could live through if given the chance." Implying strongly on how she defeated her feelings for Kin as Walter made his way around to the back of the couch, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Call it what you will, this game of chess between us. Who moves their pieces in the pattern and strategy to best the other, even while not able to physically harm the other." Tahira feeling the hand upon her shoulder slip itself upwards against dark brown pillar of her neck towards the underside of her chin. His touch some what reminding the young wolf of how a snake moves when wrapping itself about it's prey as his fingers would try to tip her head back and complying though eyes never once looked up to see his own softening. "The end result of this whole thing ends with me and you. Regardless I'm a man enough to admit I hate our opposing positions but not you as a person." She heard him say while the rest of it she chose to drown out of her hearing as had already come to most if it conclusion upon discovering that he was her mate to being with. They would always agree one moment only to disagree by days end. It was a vicious cycle of pain that held with it no end unless one of them was willing to yield to the other. A fact that had brought about the injury she had now regardless of how much she wanted to deny it. God did she hate this man for reeking havoc on her senses. She told herself the intended insult fall in deaf ears but warmth of his arm around her in addition to tenderness of his kisses against the column of her neck were well received as she tilts it some giving him further access to the delicate skin that lay there. Her anger slowly start to melt away like hot butter under his touch only to be replaced by something greater her hand coming towards the side of his face caressing it gently. And quite possibly reminding the elder wolf of what felt like to be something more to someone else besides a killer her body turning only but a quarter of a way in his direction, her full soft lips finding solace against his collar bone kissing it first, then his chin only to finally embrace his lips with hers upon being told by Walter that due to having killed so many innocent souls he was now haunted and tormented by them whenever he became weak. They would even come to him if he allowed it in his most private of moments. His hatred for those he slaughtered being real as he spoke of them but when he spoke of her...that's when she realized that all of this, his hatred towards her was really in truth hurt from another. One lost to him long ago no doubt, she wagered using her arms to further embrace him before motioning her head close enough to his so that the two touched, and with eyes closed this is what passes over her lips. "Then focus on me Walter, focus on me until it stops....." Tahira indicating her words to pain he feels. "....focus on me until....all you have left inside matches what I feel for you too growing inside of me each day." Opening her lashes slowly so that he could see the truth written in her golden honey gaze. Yes, he'd see the contempt for him in them but he'd also see a delicate creature who in truth unlike her body didn't understand that it okay to yield to her lover, to taste all things good with him including physical pleasures, hence her fears regarding Walter or rather hatred towards him anyway.

When she gave him a small kiss it made Walter feel that same safe feeling he’d been getting for a while now. He embraced this feeling for everything it was worth…her touch on him both intoxicated and aroused in that exact order. She told him to focus only on her and he did just that…he let everything go. Dropping his guard and becoming vulnerable…he never did this. The predator meets his match and lets himself feel something for the first time in years. When he’d looked into her eyes the gaze only lasted for mere fleeting moments as he leaned in to press his lips back against hers. His embrace shifting, as he slide his hand down the side of her body, scooping it underneath her thigh and deadlifting her up and off of the couch into his arms. Taking gentle note of her injuries…and careful not to hurt or harm her, he held her in his arms as if carrying her across a threshold. Walking them back to his bed room  he laid her across the bed gently.

He was starting to get angsty again..and surely she’d be able to feel the very heat emanating from his crotch area against hers. He rested his forehead against hers, hovering over her a bit and supporting his weight on his elbows. “You should get some rest…if you want me to stop just electrocute me. I think you enjoy hurting me anyway.” His lips curled into a smirk as he’d attempt to press soft lips against hers yet again. His head tilting to the right a bit if she let him continue his hips would’ve found themselves right between her thighs where they’d rest. A hand placing itself against her cheek as he broke his lips from hers momentarily. His hands slipping beneath the lining of her shirt to run up the smoothness of her skin…stopping right at the outside of her breast only to give them a light firm squeeze. Meanwhile his lips would’ve been busy descending their way down the center of her toned stomach, kissing past her navel and stopping at the waist line of her jeans. Walter looked up at her from this angle with bright golden hues, letting his fangs enlongate for a single second in order to undo the button of the pants she was wearing and begin to slide the zipper down using only this teeth. As he did this he’d lightly press his nose against the face of her panties assuming he got this far he’d bring his hands down to hold her hips. His nose lightly tickling her hot spot as he’d look up at her with a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“You’ve never done this before have you.” He smiled, tugging at her pants with a fanged smirk and narrow eyes. “You smell so fresh…untainted. Pure. I’ve never taken in a lovelier scent than this…” he playfully bit at the skin above her panties before biting the top of said panties and lifting them up a bit. Talking with the fabric in his mouth he’d raise his brows at her. “Shock me if this is to far…I’m done fighting the urge Tahira…I want you. Give me you.”

Tahira felt the weight of the air in the room lighten once his lips sought hers and found them, both hungry and wanting for one thing....him. His embrace of her shifting in order slip his hand down the soft curves of her until fully rested under the curve of her thighs before hoisting her up and off the sofa into the warm strength of his arms. The care with her in regards to her injuries taken note of by the she wolf as Walter held her close to him while carrying her across the threshold back in the direction of his bedroom, where once inside and close enough to the bed he proceeded to lay her across it gently. During this Tah could feel the tension between them elevating to an even greater level of things if it that at all was even possible to begin with considering things between them had never be actually normal in most cases of the traditional life mate courtships she'd either read about or heard stories of over the years. 'Then again we are wolfbloods and nothing about who we are and what we do is actually normal.' She thought while being carried. The warm feeling of something swelling as it was starting to grow inside of the shorts Walter was wearing if she dare to say so, poking itself precariously against the softness between her thighs as he was quite literally on top of her when he place her down onto dark colored covered mattress, a position that immediately brought her cheeks to a bright red blush. His forehead resting against hers, as Walter sought to hover her a bit with his weight placed solely on his elbows.  Tah starting to open her mouth to say something but Walter manage to break the silence between them first, “You should get some rest...if you want me to stop just electrocute me. I think you enjoy hurting me anyway.” a smirk starting form onto his lips soon afterwards forcing Tahira to interject. “Only as much as you let me” her words implying that she did enjoy a good fight every now again even though she really didn't understand as to what Walter was really trying to say behind that statement as his lips would attempt to seek out hers again only to receive them without hesitation from her, and no longer wanting but desiring. Walter tilting his head towards the right whilst she, hers to the opposing direction Tahira would've felt her mate's hips ease their way between her parting her denim covered pillars which were still resting against the bed's makings. His hand warming the curve of her cheek the moment he'd pull his lips from hers while the other slipped beneath the lining of her shirt with ease, setting a light flames across her smooth dark skin as the ventured up from her stomach to her breasts...stopping there to give them both a light yet squeeze. The sensation of his hand upon them causing her to moan just a little, her eyes lower long enough to savor it as the same feeling from their first meeting began to make its way towards the surface with kiss to her stomach her lover would make passing her navel and moving lower still. His lips finally stopping their delicious tyranny at the waist band of her jeans just long enough to look up her to see that her breathing escalated rather quickly and that her facial expression's thought lovely as it was, was one of a woman in heat. A fact that Tahira had done very well to keep hidden from Walter and most other wolfbloods she'd encountered as she usually kept to herself during the long 7 days of hell as she called'em his fangs seeking undo the button on her jeans before using them again in order to cause the zipper on them to follow.

The embarrassment on her face kicking up even further despite the look of desire very apparent once he'd press his nose into the fabric of the panties she wore tickling a part of her that was practically hot from all of the excitement and making her feeling even stranger than she did before as she'd hear her mate chuckle with his hands on both of her hips holding her place. “You’ve never done this before have you.” He'd smiled, tugging at the pants she still had on the remainder of her hips with a fanged smirk and narrow eyes. “No....I haven't. Please mon cher don't look me like that that.” She admitted her cheeks almost appearing like a beet when she said it. “You  smell so fresh…untainted. Pure. I’ve never taken in a lovelier scent than this…” His remarks making her protest even more against it. “Non, please don't say that it's embarrassing.”  while he uses his teeth to mark the skin above the lace of her undergarment before biting down on them further in an attempt to pull them down further. “Shock  me if this too far...I'm done fighting the urge Tahira...I want you. Give me you.” she'd hear him say as every nerve ending and cell in her body demanded that she do as he asks. But alas logic knew that she couldn't not now any how....perhaps when all of this...this fight against the Warlocks was over she could do so under the light of their mother moon in Asai but now no. As a lost of a mate in their standings would mean certain death if something were to happen to the other in the midst of all of this. Her hand moving in order to try and stop Walter from revealing her any more than he had, if able to to do this she would explain. “Non mon cher I cannot....as much as I want you, I cannot in good consciousness give in to my desires without first condemning you to death.” and if asked why by Walter she would move on to explain further in depth. “Once our bodies have been made one in the flesh so will our minds, hearts, and spirits follow in this like path. Strengthen us both and making us stoppable to all that stand in our way. But there is a double edge to gaining such gifts if one of us is struck down in battle in any form or any way, so too shall the other fall whether intentional or not.” She would move to sit upright some what on the bed his head still between her thighs as she leans over at the waist desiring to place a kiss a top his forehead and if allow too she would continue. “In knowing this do you still want me?” This question in truth being a test of his commitment to her and whatever perils may lay ahead as Tahira was slowly coming to understand that regardless of the outcome here tonight she would have to not only mentally prepare to protect this man from foes AND the people she also called friends.

Walter was about to give Tahira what could’ve been the sexual experience of her lifetime until he felt a subtle hand being placed atop of his head to stop him. He tilted his head like a pup. “Non mon cher I cannot....as much as I want you, I cannot in good consciousness give in to my desires without first condemning you to death.” “Elaborate.” He spoke. As she explained it in short once they mated with one another, should either of them die in battle it is likely that the other one will fall as well, weather they wanted to or not. Walter hearing this looked off to the side with a glare. Knowing this if he ever struck her down after having sex with her he would die as well…even if she was killed without him being there he was gone and vice versa. It was a heavy burden to bear, and responsibility he couldn’t bare to have…not yet.

When she placed a kiss on his forehead, Walter closed his eyes to embrace the feeling of it entirely. “In knowing this do you still want me?” Walter looked up at her and spoke softly. “I do. I do want you.” He sat himself up and hopped off of the bed standing up to his full height and scratching the back of his neck. “However it is because of that fact alone that we cannot be around each other. You’re allies are my enemies. My allies are your enemies. We can harm the people closest to us but not each other. Even for you I cannot stop what I’ve set out to do. I won’t let you die Tahira…but we are not allies. Not  until everything taking place now has come to an end. After these tender moments I’ll be right back to insulting you and trying to gut everyone you care about if you get to close…it’s sad but what I want is what I cannot have.” Walter would’ve opened the window of his bedroom. “I don’t know how close your friend is but you should let him get you to safety. I’m a target in these parts.” Walter crouched on the window seal. “Help yourself to my stuff. I’ve nothing of value and three more houses around this forsaken city. I’ll be seeing you around hopefully alone next time.” Walter unless stopped would’ve leapt from the window seal, disappearing from her sight. Masking his scent to escape her track on him to disappear into the day and continue making the moves he was so persistent on making. Tasting happiness for the first time, only to throw it away for power…which he knew he was going to need more of if there were multiples of Okami’s essences running around this city.

“I do. I do want you.” His words brought with it a comfort to the grieving halls of her, as having what she's desired the most for so long, so close to her simply not to have it due to destiny was in truth a bitter sweet torment for her as watched him rise up from the bed to his full height and motion a hand towards the back of his neck. The emptiness of his departing from begin so close to her starting to fill body as he spoke these words unto her, “However it is because of that fact alone that we cannot be around each other. You’re allies are my enemies. My allies are your enemies. We can harm the people closest to us but not each other. Even for you I cannot stop what I’ve set out to do. I won’t let you die Tahira…but we are not allies. Not  until everything taking place now has come to an end. After these tender moments I’ll be right back to insulting you and trying to gut everyone you care about if you get to close…it’s sad but what I want is what I cannot have.” their blow staggering her more than any punch she'd ever encountered during her life span. As it was a blow to her heart rather than her physical person. Tahira sat there trying to fight the emotions that she felt as her legs still slightly exposed from their earlier endeavors starting to curl themselves upwards into her chest in order that she could bury her face into them, hiding whatever tormented face she might have had from him. While Walter on the other hand would've moved to window of the room opening it.  “Enemies nor Friends, what difference does it make Walter when all fate leaves us is but whispers in the night. Is fear and hatred really that strong in your heart that I could mean so little to you and your grand scheme?” Tahira spoke softly, never once allowing her gaze to leave the hollow of her thighs as she could sense that he was preparing to leave. The thought paining her rather suddenly.“I don’t know how close your friend is but you should let him get you to safety. I’m a target in these parts.” his form crouched on the window seal.“Help yourself to my stuff. I’ve nothing of value and three more houses around this forsaken city. I’ll be seeing you around hopefully alone next time.” It would've been in that moment when Walter moved to take his leap from the window that Tahira would have sprung up from bed, her arms outstretched before trying encase themselves around him if he allowed her to in an attempt to keep him from leaving. “Stay please...even if it means us not being able to consummate how we feel for one another, at least....at least for these few stolen moments we CAN be.” these words quite possibly speaking more in volumes to Walter than anything else she's might have said to him all morning, as her hands would lower from her embrace of her in order to try to intertwined her delicate finger tips through the palms of his hand and between his own fingers holding them, her head lowering itself against the small of his back awaiting a response that might or might ever come from his lips. This is if she had been able to catch him before he'd jumped. If she hadn't been able to reach him before hand, Tahira would've watched Walter fade into into the city his scent masked and virtually untraceable at least to her any how, and the answer to her earlier question regarding how much she meant him fully being answered. Leaving the young wolfblood female alone in the apartment she'd shared so much in, in only few short hours only one dilemma. Could she kill the man she truly did love and was destined for with her own hands in order to save, all Wolfbloods?