Supporting her body gently on the platform, he stood at its head and slung the heavy wood onto his shoulder.They proceeded along the main street to the community section. Pack members remained outside their individual homes with due respect to Rowa extended by both youths and elders.When he arrived, he stared at his father straight in the eye. He came down from his branch with his mother and greeted him, sitting with him as they finished walking to the pyre.Together, they eased the wooden board onto the pyre and retreated. "Well done, son," his father breathed, bestowing on him a nod of approval. He could only manage a hard smile in return, bowing a little to indicate his respect, before striding to his position beside Sylvie.She winced at him but did not say anything.His father began the ceremony and he looked around at the crowd. Plenty of them were weeping, and occasionally a howl would cut through as their pack heard their Alpha surrender Rowa into the hands of the Moon Godde
His eyes are feral with hunger and emotion, and it takes me aback. What does he need from me? Why is he looking at me this way?What is this?" I breathe. I couldn't move, even if I tried. Not now. I'm under his spell.He glides his hand gently over my face, his large warm hand cradling my cheek. A shiver courses down my spine, and I grit my teeth. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, and tension grips me.He takes a deep breath, his hand remaining on my cheek. His thumb draws circling motions on my skin and it's getting me all sorts of messed up.As he leans in closer, I tense up. Is this actually happening?The first touch of his lips on mine feels like ice on fire in my veins. It rouses something inside me, way down in my heart, and I don't care.My body does this on its own, and I press against him. His fingers entwine in my hair, pulling me closer. The heat of his lips on mine, the pressure of his body hard and warm against my own, it's all of it. It blocks out everything.I forget
"Tell me about your life. What is it like to live in the city?"I breathe in deeply and step aside. What can I possibly tell him? I've spent years creating a life with no place for him. For him to be a part of.But, at least this will get his mind off what happened at Rowa's."I'm a nurse. It's rewarding work. I get to help people every day. I'm very good at that," I say softly.He smiles at me and then goes over to the large rock next to the tree, jumping up onto the rock and sitting down. He motions for me to sit with him by patting the ground next to him, but I do not move."Come on, you're probably fantastic at nursing. You've always had a heart of gold," he says.I start to melt with his words. They sound so.real.I blink tears away, shocked at my own fit of emotions. I've not heard praise like that in years, and from him, to boot. For one moment, I would love to let it all out, pour my fears and worries into his ears and glean comfort.I can't. I have to keep Cleo safe."Thank y
I let the silence engulf and simply sit with her. For the final time.Then, after an eternity, when the candle has burned to almost nothing, the dancing shadows playing on the wall, I stand and make my way toward the door. My foot catches a wooden box sticking out partially from under the bed. I fall forward, kneeling.The lid to the box is open and I recognize it. It's Rowa's keepsake box. She'd take this out for me when I was a child whenever I was upset, then tell me wondrous, magical stories about what was inside.I touch my finger along the rim, feeling grief ride rough over me.Her frayed tarot cards. A crumpled fern leaf. Faded photographs and trinkets of yesterday, they're all in this box.Cautiously, I restore the lid and continue to shove it back behind the bed, when I spot a pale green envelope lying on the floor. I pull it out and stand motionless.It's to me. In Rowa's tidy, refined handwriting.Slowly, I search the room. My fingers tremble as I open it.My dearest Scarle
His wolf keens in his chest, his pain threading through him.He's been quieter in the years Scarlett's been gone. His relationship with her has been strained. He thought his grief would pass eventually, but it never did. He was at last able to put his own feelings aside and focus on his endless pack duties, but to his wolf? Their mate was dead.Nothing would ever change that.When he consented to the mating to Sylvie, he could not own up to it. For the first time since he was an adult, he had to force himself to shift so that she and he could go running together as wolves.Their union may be arranged to the satisfaction of their packs, but his wolf has nothing to do with it. He kick a rock in frustration on the ground.What if you never feel anything again? What if she's the only one who makes your wolf emerge and makes you complete? What if she's the only one woman you've ever loved? Can you really go the rest of your life and never feel that way about anyone again?He thinks about t
The memories rush back harder, nearly overwhelming her.She plasters a smile on her face and takes her hug."Thank you, Luna," she says respectfully."None of that, Scarlett. I've known you since you were a cub, and no matter what, I'll always think of you as a daughter."Her words tug at her heartstrings."Come, greet Alpha, and then I'll take you over to Rowa," she says matter-of-factly.Scarlett nods and leads the way as she brings her into the sitting room where Alpha Sage is seated in a faded old armchair.### His eyes soften when he sees her, but there's unmistakable sadness too. He stands as she enters and offers her his hand."Scarlett," he says, his voice tight with emotion. "It's been too long."They shake hands, a formal greeting that now feels awkward."Alpha," she says, her voice shaking a little. "Thank you for allowing me to come back to attend the Farewell Rite."He waves his hand and invites her to sit on the couch."I would never refuse you, Scarlett," he says softly