Living in the Memories

It was funny how grief could conquer wraiths to taunt her, memories real enough to be tangible would appear before her. Only this memory wasn't the one that had stood on her dreams, nor did he seem to match her memories. The scent of him, the first thing she noticed, was wrong. His voice was different too, deeper, more masculine. It fit the body she saw before her, this wraith had grown into his too-large paws. Not many wolves could match her in height, but this one did. She imagined if they stood shoulder to shoulder, they would see exactly into each others eyes, although there was more muscle on his frame then she had on hers. There was curves in all the right places, through she wouldn't have dreamed of calling him feminine. He looked... delicious, and it stunned her into silence.

She stood there as he accused her, all her own thoughts mirrored in his eyes, his tone, his words. She hated that this world was gone, this pack and its people... her Tar. She hand't left willingly, but Glacier had, and that had been enough. He had been an essential part of this pack, he was one part of two wholes, and she just knew that Voltage would not be here if he was gone. He had raved on about his siblings and his need to protect them, to provide structure, and he had still vanished like a drop of water to the sea, lost. He had left Tar, and through him, Ray had. But he couldn't be here, he was gone. Still, this figure before her was astonishingly detailed, more handsome then what her imagination could have supplied her with. She took a step forward, hesitant, and then stopped. “Mortar?” she asked, her voice shook. No, it could be this easy, she thought it would take her months, years, hundreds of hours of research and searching to find him again. She would have done it too, Mortar had been her world once upon a time. He had hung on her every word, taken her up on every adventure she proposed, he had been her childhood friend and the pivotal point of all her greatest memories.