When She Loved Me

*Valentine* · 09-24-2018, 08:31 PM

Since finding and (begrudgingly) taking in his grandson, Valentine's days had livened up. He was doing his best to raise him up right and undo the disservice that had been done to him by their mother and former pack. The boy, Jupiter, even though he tried to hide it, seemed open to learning about his family history and the ways that had at one point made Valentine one of the most successful wolves in Boreas. In time Valentine was certain he could mold him into a worthy successor. Some day he too might be King of the South.

Valentine was pulled from his thoughts by an unfamiliar howl. He froze, head cocked, as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. Warily he followed the howl to it source - not much separated the howler from his current position - and when those two familiar forms came into sight, his heart nearly stopped.

In an instant it was up in his throat and trying to claw its way free. Was he losing his mind? Had he died? Could they possibly be real? There was only one way to find out.

Tentatively, his steps as hesitant and wary as if he were approaching a lion, Valentine made his way towards them. He couldn't believe his eyes and yet, there she was. She was grey and smaller than he remembered, but she was Rhythm. And was that Rhyme?

His brow wrinkled in confusion and his eyes grew moist as he tried in vain to fight the whirlwind of feelings that threatened to burst forth. For perhaps only the second time in his life, Valentine didn't know what to do. He reached out, his eyes on Rhythm and Rhythm alone, but couldn't bring himself to touch her for fear she'd disappear.

"Rhythm?" Finally he found the courage to reach out and touch her, to gently caress her cheek and feel the fine, silken strands that used to drive him crazy. She was real.

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