The Alpha's stolen bride
Together, we would weather this storm, finding solace in the shared love that bound us.
As the room embraced a fragile calm, I guided Luna to sit on the edge of her bed, our hands still entwined. The moon cast its gentle glow through the window, casting a silver halo upon us. In that moment, I realized that love, even in the face of tragedy, had the power to heal.
"Luna," I began, my voice filled with unwavering conviction, "we will get through this together. Harry's light may have faded from this world, but his spirit lives on within us. Let us honor him by supporting one another, by finding strength in our love."