A/N: Written for pic challenge on Nine Lives.
She watched silently in the shadows as he knelt on the freshly turned earth, his head laying in his hands as he silently wept. She was almost scared to breath for fear of disturbing his grief. He was beautiful; even in such a heartbreaking moment he was beautiful.
His body stilled as he felt eyes on him. He knew that she was there always vigil never leaving him unless she had to. Even though he would never say it out loud he was glad for her ever constant watch. She was a light in such a dark time and he was her guardian. He couldn't move in case he scared her away, so the hunter stayed kneeling at the foot of his brother's freshly dug grave like a weeping statue he sat there waiting for his solace to move so he could retreat and take up his watch over his mate.