[AGUST]
There were five stages of grief.
The stages of getting through the worst of the worst experiences that made life harder than it all should have been. It was always a technique that many assumed would help, but denial and acceptance were far too much apart for the Lycan king of Helia.
He was stuck in rage, something that seemed to be driving him crazy as he breathed the breath of life into the only wolf who had ever meant shit to him. The one wolf that he had loved for longer than he had raged against his father.
And now he was standing over his Erasthai's body, struggling to awaken him when it seemed like Jiminie didn't even want to come back to him.
This was not fair, and the skies had started getting darker thanks to the king's rage. The people of Kiyoto were not sure if this was something that had ever happened, and were scared of asking Agust about it.
