What We Have Is Temporary

"Here you go." Octavius handed a bottle of water to Helena as he settled down beside her on the grass.

They were both covered in a thin layer of sweat from the short training they had just finished and Helena felt like she had been run over by a truck.

The silver-eyed Alpha was fast and did not hold back, forcing Helena to use every trick up her sleeve and still end up on her back with him smiling above her.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his nose twitching as he read her scent. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly?" His eyebrows tightened and she smiled.

"I'm just thinking."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

She drew in a breath and released it in a great sigh. "It's complicated. Maybe even too complicated."

And it was. There was no way of explaining herself to him without looking crazy and while she knew he would humour her 'insane ramblings' like he had done last night, telling of the death and destruction to come might not be met with the same amount of patience.

Orion hummed with