Howl of the unchosen
I nodded, thankful for that opportunity, even if it didn’t come with forgiveness.
Maeve stepped up now, and the moment had weight. “We have to regroup our forces. Orin won’t wait forever.”
“We’ll be ready,” I replied, glancing back at Fiona, the weight of the past still lying between us, but maybe, just maybe, the beginnings of something new.
Fiona turned away, eyeing the task ahead of us, the future we would create together. And at that moment it hit me. The past was always going to haunt us, but the future, that future, the one we wanted — that we could still make.
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