He had heard that on the mainland, they had something called Lingchi, which was described as death by a thousand cuts.
He was sure that would be less painful than what he felt at that moment.
His sire had pupped his woman after telling him he could not have her.
He had thought the betrayal by Takemaru had been the worst thing he had felt, but this, THIS pain stole his breath from his lungs.
He could feel his face elongating, the fur along his body growing longer.
And then he was gone in a sphere of dazzling light, streaking across the sky like a shooting star.