Snowfrost felt her eyes widening in grief and sympathy. “Oh, Blackblood, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, stepping forward and licking his ears. She didn’t care about the dangers, or the blood still dripping sluggishly down her face. Darksky wasn’t here now.
He didn't respond and instead tried to desperately stop the tears, but his attempts were futile.
“She’s watching you,” Snowfrost murmured. “She and your kits. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but... I’m not any less sorry. But you can’t let your grief change you like this.”
"If I had just gone with her... she wouldn't have fallen into the ravine." He choked out
“How do you know that?” she asked softly. “She might have fallen in anyway. And even if you would have been able to save her, how could you know what was about to happen? You can’t be expected to read the future, Blackblood. No one can. I can’t.”
"I would've grabbed her scruff before she fell out of my reach. I could have saved her and our kits lives." He sobbed
“But you couldn’t have known,” she repeated in a whisper. “Someone once told me that we can’t change the past. We can only accept it. I can only imagine how much this hurts for you, but you have to stop blaming yourself.”
He laid his head on his paws. "This is who I am now. The plan is already in motion, and I can't stop it now. Especially now that the others have seen how easy the first step was. They've gotten a taste of blood, now they want more."
“What’s the rest of the plan?” she asked, fear creeping into the edge of her voice as she added, “What do they want me for?”
"They wanted you just to get you out of the way. You would've ruined any chances in our next phases to work, so we eliminated that problem before we began."
