Before he'd been able to do anything, Rafi had flung himself into danger, then been carried out. Relief filled his heart, knowing that Rafi was save. But a pain blistered, knowing that Kioshi and Stokes were not. A feral growl erupted from his muzzle as Crevan got close. There was a black mist about him, and Kera could feel, in his bones, that he was going to let out his demon. But instead, Crevan rushed to Kioshi's healing body, still unconscious. This did not calm his furry. The wind suddenly picked up again, and cut the ground around Crevan's body.
"Get away from her!" Kera snarled. The Beta was furious. His red eyes gleamed with the hate of thousands of suns, burning. It almost looked as if he would burst into flame as well. Kera was tired of this brute. "You think bursting in, all Gun ho and ready to unravel any chance you might have of being near her ever again will help!? Know your place!" He gnashed his white canines together. The wind picked up around them. It sliced at Kera's coat, trying to cut him, but failed to penetrate the barrier that seemed to be around he, Stokes, and Kioshi. He held no such standards for Crevan. He could not hold himself any longer. This male knew nothing about Kioshi, nor about the situation she was in. She'd played the scapegoat willingly. He watch her. She had a choice. She'd always had a choice.

His tails became a whip in the wind, fluttering about in strange motions, up, down, around, left, right, just like his fur. His black arm-stockings tried desperately to escape into the wind. In a lower, more deadly voice, coated in a gurgling beginning of another growl, Kera spoke once more to Crevan.
"You know nothing; and unless you pay attention, you will only make the situation worse. Stop playing the antagonized hero, Crevan. There is more than just you, and what you think you know of her!" He held a steady glare, every hair on his body standing on end. His long fangs were barred. This was his last warning; he hadn't been chosen as the Beta for his charming personality.

Remi was lost. Well, not the logical lost. Lost in thought more likely. So many questions that needed to be answered. 'Who killed my mother? Why did they do it? Why is everyone scared of things they don't know? Where is justice!?' Remi shook her head with anger. Why couldn't he thoughts just rest, and let her be normal again? Why was she thinking so much? She growled with a deep, sudden anger. She never noticed Kera's return or any of the things that had happened while she was blinded in thought. 'Why don't you go see whats going. What's the point in staying right here? Go find the one that killed her! Go kill them!' she thought. But, Remi refused to listen to her thoughts. She only stood a few yards away from the lot that was screaming about nonsense. 'Why, just kill in vain? There's no point. Where's the justice in that?' she argued with herself. 'Forget justice! Justice is lost! Justice is done! There's no point in thinking! Just do it!' her mind argued back. Remi growled even fiercer, more angry. Why could her mind just be quiet, just shut up. Shut up... Shut up...

Remi opened her bright blue, screaming anger roaring in their depths. Her fur was bristled and seemed to be blowing in no wind. She never noticed the breeze that seemed to stream off her pelt. Her fangs bared and she closed her eyes again, shaking her head madly. 'JUST DO IT!' Remi's eyes flashed open again, even more enraged. She raised her head, letting out an agonizing, yet furious scream. She shook her head again and backed up, as if trying to loosen her fur from something. She ran into a tree base, and flopped onto her bum. She growled before raising her head again. "Shut up! Leave me alone!" she cried with anger. She stood back up and ran forward, as if on a mad rampage. She skidded to a halt, realizing what she was doing. This was stupid! She probably looked like a fool, yelling and screaming in front of them for no reason. Well, the reason was only known by her. Her fur swished more violently as her anger grew. Why was she getting so angry? So violent? What was this!?

The brown wolf growled and shot a furious gaze at the group. Her fangs were bared, lips twitching. There was no reason for this anger. She turned her gaze off, her slitted eyes staring at nothing now. "Just shut up and leave me alone.." she muttered to the voice inside her head. Not them. Then something caught her eye. Stokes? She spun around, her fur still swishing with no wind. "WHAT the hell happened!?" she spat, lips twitching as she saw Stokes body. It was surrounded by flames, and an older wolf was laying beside him.

Remi took a step forward, then froze. Her eyes shot wide, lips still twitching. The silver wolf... Her previous dream flooded her mind. That wolf was... Kioshi? Remi blinked. Who was fighting her? Remi chocked up for a moment, her eyes twitching for a moment. She stepped back, fur now even more bristled. "No... It's too much... Too much!" she shouted, blue eyes wide. She turned and charged through the forest. She skidded to an almost stop, taking a turn for a tree. She sat down, panting. Why all this happening? First her thoughts, now Stokes being injured, and then the dream again? Why? Remi collapsed, eyes half closed. Instead of a small breeze, an aura of wind seemed to circle her, repelling anything that came close. The leaves in the trees above seemed to quiver, being blown by the wind. Slowly, very slowly, Remi began to calm down, her mind going empty. What... what had happened to get her so angry at herself? At others?

The pup closed her eyes slowly, her breathing becoming slow as if in sleep. But she wasn't, no. She was wide awake, mind clear and empty, all reasoning gone. What was going on? With Stokes? With her? With that silver wolf? Remi growled softly, clearing her mind again. No, she didn't want to think. Didn't want to feel. Remi laid there, motionless. Why bother moving again when she could easily snap at someone? Remi let out a sigh, slowly becoming vacant in her own right mind.

Suddenly, the voice of Nyx flooded his ears. Kera's eyes flickered toward her, then back to Crevan. He had no time for her. Until she suggested he wasn't doing his job. A smile curled around his face as he looked back at her. But it was not the warm smile he gave, no, this was cruel, teeth bared to show their wolfish figures. This smile did not reach Kera's eyes. Honestly, it was very uncharacteristic of the low-key male. But he'd had enough, of everything. This day had been less than satisfactory.
"Nyx," He growled, unable to calm himself. His red eyes gave off no "happy glow". "I...appriciate your offer...but in this situation...it's best if you leave this one," His nose point toward Crevan, then he turned back to Nyx, all the while trying to keep his voice as pleasant as possible. "To me, and just...stay back...that would help...alot..." Their was obvious concern for her, and everyone else's, safety. But it was also obvious that he was straining to keep his voice cool, and getting the right words out. If Crevan let loose his demon, because Kioshi was unconscious, there was nothing any of them would be able to do. Maybe.

Kera turned back to Crevan, hoping she's gotten the message. Because he wasn't allowed to say anything about Crevan's demon. The Elders had made it clear that if he found anyone else possessing a demon, to bring them straight to them.
"Crevan," He had stopped restraining himself, and thus stopped with the smile. It was all business now. "The way that you can help her is if you just let her heal herself on her own. Do you really think Yoko will let her die? Exactly." He didn't what for a reply. "There is nothing you can do to help her if you let Daemon out. Nothing. It will only hurt her. Do you understand?" But Crevan continued speaking about he could control his demon. Kera snorted, disgusted. "It's obvious you can't from what I've seen, Crevan! Kioshi may not be able to 'control' her's either, but..." Kera looked down. He remembered a conversation he'd had with her after she'd been taken over for the first time. He'd asked her the same question...if she wanted to learn how to control it. She'd said she just wanted the other Clan members to find themselves at ease around her. So being able to control something like a demon would only put herself above them. Even if it meant being treated like dirt, she said then that she'd except it. She'd been trying to act tough, Kera knew, but he wasn't about to let all of his little sister's efforts go to waste. He turned to Nyx.

"Tell everyone in the camp that Stokes and Kioshi are fine. If they ask for a cause, it was because Stokes has realized what his element power is, but couldn't control it. Kioshi brought it on herself to stop it, and somehow doused the fires. Then, go find Rein, and tell her to come and inspect Stokes' wounds, if any." Kera didn't know if this was true, but it would stop other rumors about Stokes and Kioshi surfacing for the moment. Kera then turned back to Crevan. "She'll be fine. You come with me." He looked around, until he spotted Nice. "Nico!" He yelled. "You come with me as well." The wind around him a not ceased, but had come to a calmer point. Kera was still an absolute wreck, as far as emotions went. But Nyx had had a point; it was time he took care of his duties as Beta once and for all. "And Crevan," He said. "If you do not come quietly, I won't restraint myself any further. Then you really won't see her ever again." That was all he said as he trotted toward the edge of the camp. He didn't even notice Remi's own struggle...

It was like being in a dream. A strange and horrible dream. No, nightmare. Everyone was yelling. Wolves were whispering malicious things, burning her ears. A voice she recognized, but hardly knew, tried to protect her, but failed, and was flung into the darkness. She was coming to a conclusion that she hated, but had to except. Yoko's red eyes glared at her from the darkness in which the voice had been flung, the rest of her dreams blurry shadows. Another one of them were familiar, but it was yelling. And screaming. Kioshi's body still lay still, huddled around Stokes' smaller one, still protective. Her blue eyes refused to open. She hurt all over. Everything felt like it was on fire.