Gre looked around, wondering where he was, and the snarl got his attention. He saw the figure and already knew who it was. He shifted into a wolf, growling lightly at the shadow. When he got no reaction, he ran and tried to attack, but he actually ran through the shadow.

When he threw her, Gre went insane, running to catch her. Again,  no reaction. He looked at her, his eyes pleading. "Ely...Get up.. You gotta get up. Get up and run away."

She even tried to shift. Into a wolf. She knew how dangerous that was. He looked at Brutus, growling again. He tried to attack, again. Over and over. His stamina was great, so he wasn't getting tired.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. He couldn't help her. It was a nightmare. His head began to spin. He watched Ely crawl away. Crawl away from Brutus. Again, he pleaded with Ely. His own tears were falling now.
"Ely. Get up!!! Now!!!.

He saw everything. He scooped her up, with ease. He saw her fight back, and tried to tell himself that it was still Ely. He saw Brutus push her against the tree. That sent him over the edge. He turned into a wolf, running at the madman. He tried to attack. Bite. Kick. Do something. Why did he try? He knew he couldn't help. Because, He loved Ely. That was why he kept trying.

He thought it was over, but no. Nightmare kept going. He watched her refuse to scream, refuse to cry.
"Dammit Ely, Scream!!!! Do something!!!!! Where the hell is Elliot??" He yelled at Ely, knowing he couldn't hear her. She was forced into a wolf. He saw everything. He saw his Ely die, and he saw Brutus claim her as mate. 

"No..." He cried, shaking his head.  "It wasn't supposed to happen like that. It wasn't. His legs gave out, and he was forced to the floor. "Ely... No. This wasn't supposed to happen. The tears came freely now. He cursed himself. For leaving. For being helpless. For not being able to do anything. This opened his eyes to three things.


1). He was never, ever leaving Ely again.

2) He needed to get stronger.

3) Brutus had to die.