I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

He wasn’t sure how many times he’d been told to keep his guilt over Resin’s injuries. Of course the warrior couldn’t help but to blame himself and when she needed help he was there to assist. She was an impressive wolf, but Roan helped her along easily. Their pace was slow but it was steady and the three of them arrived quick enough to pass. Even though he wasn’t a healer Roan could tell Resin was at the edges of her limits and he was glad to see her get comfortable.

Roan reclined back onto his haunches beside his future wife, now that his debt was repaid they could make their vows any day. He was eager to officially call her his wife. For now he’d try to focus harder on Sirius than he did the dainty woman beside him. He’d sneak her a grin, feeling more free than he had in a long time.