The world seemed to give way; the floor disappearing beneath his feet. For a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Huginn hung midair as if he had fallen away from this life and into another. But when everything connected again, he knew that to be untrue. Pain laced its way through his body in a way he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but cry out, but between the sound of the toppling castle and his ears still ringing, Huginn was deaf to his own screams. He felt crushed, large pieces of stone laid across his legs and over one arm. His lungs burned from the dust that filled them and as he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything. He had been buried alive, and he was met with blackness and not a speak of light.

Trying not to hyperventilate as adrenaline coursed through his veins and self preservation wanted to fight to survive, Huginn tried to see if he had any wiggle room at all. But the only thing he managed to do was create more pain, and the coppery smell of blood to fill his nose. Had anyone of the pack survived this? The vampires? He hoped the hunters hadn't seen Raven escape from the window to continue trying to hunt her down, now that her was vulnerable and alone.

Alone.

Huginn knew he was completely alone, just as broken and in pieces as the castle that entombed him. Was this going to be his death? Slow, painful and filled with thoughts of worry he couldn't do anything about? He was sure that, even if it was a terrible death, it was the truth he was going to have to face. One he would choose over and over again, as long as it kept Raven safe.

Suddenly, there was movement. A trickle of moonlight flooded in as some debris was moved. At first, he only squinted towards the light. Unbelieving that someone was already digging through the rubble. When another piece moved, out of instinct, Huginn called out for help. It wasn't long afterwards that he was dug out from his imprisonment. The large pieces of stone drug off his arm and legs, leaving him gasping in pain and in shock at what a mangled mess it had all left behind.

"Just kill me." He panted out, feeling a trickle of blood dribble down his chin at the words, even if he couldn't hear them. Looking up, he met the hunter's eyes that had unburied him. "Kill. Me." Huginn said again, and was only answered with a smug grin. But rather than kill him, the hunter, along with several others, continued to dig and unbury a few wolves. It was only when others began to appear that they quickly took their new found prisoners and made an escape towards the nearby forest.

With an arm slung over the shoulders of two hunters (the mangled shoulder screaming at such use) they carried Huginn between them and sat him down with his back against a tree once they made it to cover. By this point, Huginn was barely conscious. His black eyes searching the rubble they carried him away from, hoping to find one in particular.

There. Even as his gaze blurred, and his first time laying eyes on Sheba, Huginn knew *her*. "Mate..." he wanted to cry out to her. To gather the attention of the remaining wolves to take out the hunters and rescue the ones they had taken prisoner from the rubble. But Huginn's voice failed him. His body failed him. Almost immediately after his whispered word, darkness finally over came him, and Huginn fell into the abyss.