Mated to the Night Wolf
I find it more of a comfort, I suppose I am a creature of the dark, therefore I am more accustomed to it.
I return to her, watching as her fingers mindlessly reach for another book on her stack, but she is an inch short.
I reach out, handing it to her. I admit I feel at home there, back in her vicinity.
She takes it, and I examine the books she packs through. I pick one up and ponder which section of the library she is working on.
Ah, "The Time Before," the full account of Alexander's rule.
The abundance and all that came before the Mages Curse. Before all death fell forward, before chaos, before Loss, before the emblems of war.