Armina perspective: We sleep for a while, I feel Tristan move in his sleep, my eyes opening as I see the frown on his features. "Nathanial, NO!" He suddenly yells. Fuck. His having a nightmare. "Tristan, hey wake up" I try gently, shaking his arm. "NATHANIAL!" He screams louder. "Tristan!" I shake him harder. "Armina, no please, stay back" his body jerks, like his fighting someone in his sleep. "TRISTAN WAKE UP!" I yell, losing all gentleness. His eyes shoot open, recognition coming into affect as he looks around the cave. "Armina?" His voice is horse, gently sitting up as he rubs his eyes. "It was a dream Tristan" I reassure him, rubbing his back gently. His body moves quickly, his mouth smashing against mine. His tongue pushing into my mouth as I feel his desire coursing through him, into me. His hands move down my body, gently squeezing my hips as he pulls my roughly onto his lap. The daze of sleep forgotton as his mouth moves down, taking my nipple into his mouth as his hands
Tristan's perspective: When I woke up from that dream, the small amount of sleep I had managed to get I was ashamed. I had been so busy lost in my self, my failure, I didn't realise how bad I was messing everything up. Feeling how easily Armima forgives me, the way her body comes alive under my touch I feel beyond grateful for this incredible human being. "Don't ever leave me" the words escape, my thoughts deciding they needed to be heard. I watch her eyes go wide, the sadness and grief matching my own as she pulls my head into her neck, her hands in my hair. "I will never leave you" her voice cracking. "I plan on spending many decades right here where I belong" I promise feeling his chest heaves as he cries softly against me. I hold onto my man. The man who has tried for too long to be strong for everyone else. Letting his own pain and suffering come last to everyone else. "I'm here Tristan, I'm always going to be here" I whisper, letting him let out his pain. "I love you Trista
Armina's perspective: As I kiss Tristan with all I'm worth I can't help but feel a sense of guilt, feeling this kind of happiness so soon to losing part of my soul. But then there is this other voice in my head; telling me this is what Nathanial would have wanted. He wouldn't want us to spend our lives sad, lost in the grief that was so close to crushing us alive. 'Live for me' His voice is clear in my mind, as if he is standing right beside me whispering in my head. My tongue moves with Tristan's. The slow feeling of desire building within me until my body feels the overwhelming need to feel my mate. "Tristan" I moan as he lips make their way to my neck, kissing me gently as my body tingles, my legs clenching together to hold in the scent of my desire. "Come with me?" He suddenly whispers, pulling back and offering me his hand. I don't think, instead just taking his hand and letting him guide me. As we reach the rocks; I know where he is taking me. To the place we connected so f
Armina's perspective: The howls are ongoing, the sound echoing across the pack as we all show our love and loss as we say goodbye. A wolf send off is all about loyalty, a respect and appreciation we show our fallen warriors. A representation of the lost loved one being accepted into the moon goddess's grove, to experience peace and love until they are reunited with those they love. The only one silent, the one without a wolf Mira. My eyes meet hers as I see the tears flowing down her cheeks, her own loss reflecting our own. When the sound finally fades; the ceremony reaching its end. Tristan walks towards me, my arms finally free as both of our pups sit nestled into Aiden & Shaynes arms. Tristan wraps his arms around my neck, his nose in my neck as he breathes me in. Feeling his emotions open to me brings on my tears worse as I cry in his arms. "I'm sorry Armina, I know I haven't been here for you" he chokes out between tears. "I understand" I whisper, barely able to say even that.
Armina's perspective: I hold onto Trina closely as we enter the grounds, all wolves bowing their heads softly in a sign of respect as we made our way to the chairs in the front. My eyes blur, the tears running freely down my face. I make no move to wipe them away, there is no point. Several people get up to talk. Layla, Aiden, Shayne, Mira, Connor and then me. I try to read the words I had written, my eyes unable to see in front of me as I just start speaking from my heart. I'm a mess when I move to step down, I'm suprised when Tristan's hand gently takes my arm; "That was beautiful Armina" he says softly, kissing my forehead. I sob harder, throwing my arms around his neck. This isn't about his comfort anymore. I need him too. He holds on to me tightly, giving me what I've been needing so desperately since we lost Nathanial. "I need to speak baby" he whispers in my ear when I refuse to let go. I nod, managing to pull myself together just enough to let him go. "I love you" I whispe
Armina's perspective: His trying. His trying so hard it hurts to watch. Seeing him with our pups makes my heart ache, he never leaves their side. The dark circles under his eyes proof he hasn't allowed himself any rest. It's been three days since Nathanial passed away. Today we lay him to rest. I had hoped Tristan may have allowed himself some sleep last night, knowing what he had to do today. But instead he had stayed by our pups sides, refusing to leave them except to shower and go to the bathroom. I love how attentive he is, but he needs sleep. He needs to allow himself time to grieve, to start processing his loss. I'm at a loss. I've tried to talk to him, but he always just tells me his fine. I can't feel his emotions, his blocked me out. Something that scares me on it's own. He shouldn't be able to block me out. "Tristan?" I knock gently, opening the door to see him placing Liam down for his nap. "You need to get ready" I say gently, watching the w