Angus was back in the kitchen preparing for dinner. He was making homemade pasta and a beautifl sauce to go with it. He'd made a salad and lots of slices of garlic bread to go with it.
Michael arrived back home towards dinner time. He'd been gone all afternoon and didn't speak about where he'd been. He made no move to go help in the kitchen. Instead, he got out a beautiful pink shawl that had a lovely magical shimmer to it. It was sheer but it was enchanted to keep her warm when she was cold and cool if she was warm. He didn't say anything. He merely got it out and wrapped it around her. Khaat noticed the lovely smell of flowers associated with it, and its soft warmth. Michael noticed it deepened in color slightly as it warmed her. She woke a bit.
"Didn't mean to wake you," he kissed her forehead. She saw the shimmering shawl.
"Its beautiful," she said sleepily. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Thats because they're rare," he said, smiling. "But, then, so are you."
"Michael," she said very softly. "I can see them. They're coming back."
"Who?" he asked with a slight frown. "The werewolves?"
"Yes. And there are more beasts."
"Oh no. Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded.
"Its time to go," she said. "We can build a new estate. Lets let them just have it...."
"This isn't about the land, honey," he reminded her.
"Then let them have me," she said. "If I'm what they want, then just let..."
"Shh," he stopped her, catching a couple of her tears on his finger. "No one is going to just let you toss yourself to the beast to be torn apart by them. This isnt about turning you. Its about killing you."
"Let me go. Its time. You don't know how much this already hurts..."
"Yeah. I do," he said, sympathizing for her pain from her injuries that was almost beyond anything they could do. "Nobody's going to do anything rash..."
Brian felt for her. She wanted her own suffering to stop, and she wanted to stop the ones she loved from continuing the bloodshed for her. He went over to her. He touched her forehead. "Calm," he cast the spell. "Sleep." He cast a sleep spell. Michael sat silently with her, brushing the tears off her face, not wanting anyone to really know this bothered him so much.