There two brothers knew that they had to intercede, if they did not, then Dichali would kill Helaku…and Helaku would let him, but, in the end, Dichali’s pain was greater than his hatred.

When he reached the clearing where his beautiful wife lay dead, he ignored his brother and went to her side, nudging her with his nose as if he could wake her from a deep sleep, but her body was limp and lifeless.

He knew in his heart of heart’s that this had been an accident, but he still looked at his brother, Helaku, with accusing eyes, asking if he had always hated Cocheta so. And then, the anger began to build as he continued to stare at his brother and he had attacked without thinking, teeth bared, snarling as he tried to rip his brother’s throat out just as his brother had ripped out his wife’s. He was fighting for the kill, even though he knew it was an accident, but he felt he had no choice…and Helaku felt he had no choice but to fight back. It was his instincts to do so.

During the fight as they continued to rip at each other with the teeth and claws, their growls of anger, yelps of pain, and snarls filling the night air, Dichali caught sight of his wife’s body from the corner of his eyes and he just…gave up, giving Helaku the advantage he needed. His brothers could see into his thoughts and they saw that he didn’t care anymore, that death was a welcome release because he could be with her.

The night Helaku tasted the blood of his brother and his brother’s wife, but he found no glory in those kills.

That night the howls of the pack echoed through the forest. It was a sound of such complete pain and anguish that had never been heard before or since.

Helaku went on to live his life and raised the pale faced children of his brother and his wife, but he was never the same again. None of them were. It took the death of Cocheta for him to realize that he had always loved her because Dechali had…and that his brother had been forced to hate her because he had. They still shared a common spirit, a common heart…and now, part of him was lost forever. It was not only Dechali, but Cocheta as well that had been part of him and now they were both gone and he had lost part of himself.

This is the reason that our packs now protect the lives of those we imprint on as strongly as we protect each other from harm, for harming them is harming ourselves.