Mated to the Night Wolf
I am not certain if this means she despises me more than I know, or—the latter.
For this being before me—my breath is harsh against my lips, my wolf is a feral spark in the glint of my eye— will either guide me, or I will fail, and fall.
Fall.
Falling. gods, I am falling.
I stare at her, watch her breathe, delicate and alluring yet bold in her venture into the bowels of the endless.
My eyebrows gather.
No ordinary being can be here, at this moment as I am. Adeline was no ordinary being. She was bound to a being of chaos, that is what gave her access to the endless.