Prologue
Fenris growled; he could not believe it. Hawke was siding with the mages. Vaguely he could hear Hawke's explanation that she wasn't choosing the mages or the Templars, she was simply not choosing unnecessary killings. It didn't matter though; he was already blinded by hatred and rage.
He was a fool to think she would ever choose him. After all, she was a mage - she would always side with mages. Still, after everything they had gone through and come out of, after he apologized and they had talked about that night...
He remembered it clearly, "If there is a future to be had, I will walk into it gladly at your side."
But no, he couldn't do this. He couldn't fight for the lives of those who he detested more than anything. He could not fight for mages. Somewhere, a small voice in his mind whispered to him, "except Hawke" but he wasn't listening.
"I… I cannot do this." Fenris ground out while clenching his fists, once he recovered from his shock and betrayal.
He turned and ran. He ignored Hawke's calls of his name. He didn't look back.