Bride of the Human Alpha
"I'm sure. If tomorrow is the end, I don't want to spend tonight alone."
He nodded and we left the war room, walking through the quiet compound to my quarters. Inside, we didn't speak. We didn't need to.
We held each other in the darkness, finding comfort in touch and closeness. Eventually, exhaustion claimed us both and we slept, tangled together, the envelope with his final instructions sitting on the bedside table like a ghost of possible futures.
Tomorrow, everything would change.
Tomorrow, Moontide would burn.
Tonight though, we were just two broken people finding solace in each other.
And that was enough.