My Alpha From Hell
The voice grew louder as he neared and as he rounded the side of a hedge he stopped in his tracks at what he beheld before him.
Dressed in black, her midnight hair gently blowing around her tan face, her gaze pointed at the sky - was Ravyn. Joe's breath caught in his throat, she was singing. A sad, mournful song, that slackened the grip on his dagger, until it slid out of his hand and onto the ground with a quiet thud, but Ravyn had not heard. And Joe could only stare and listen to her powerful mournful voice, as she sang her grief:
May you see light on the path ahead,
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