Torn Wool
Ray wore simple black, a string of wolf teeth hidden beneath his collar a symbol of protection from the villagers.
As they exchanged vows, rain threatened, but never fell.
The moment they said “I do,” a single beam of sunlight broke through the trees, a silent blessing.
They kissed.
No paparazzi. No scandals.
Just love.
Real, raw, earned.
Maya lay in bed that night, Ray’s arm wrapped around her, the baby’s presence fluttering softly within her.
For once, there were no nightmares. No ghosts.
Only whispers of peace.
But as she drifted off, Aiden’s voice echoed in her mind:
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