This loss feels like a welcome home

He looked at her hopelessly. The words ‘I need you’ lingering on his tongue. He might have said them anyway, if it hadn’t been for her admission. If he hadn’t known exactly how hard all this was for her. That she might say yes, just for him, and then regret it every day after. So instead he looked at her, frustration and hopelessly mingling in his sad blue eyes. He wanted, desperately, for them to be with him. To round up the things he loved and hold them close to him. Zee had left him, left the pack. She had travelled, and met ill without him.

Resin. He was realising that it was hard to think about her. She was another pain lingering at the edges of his awareness. The healers believed what was ailing her mind would eventually and slowly kill her. Resin, the wolf he had called mother and loved fiercely. Another loss he could not keep from happening.

He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the desperate, wailing need for Tamsyn. It was partly her fault, though he found he could no longer blame her. He lowered his head and took a few more bites from his breakfast. “The Hallows rests far from the Armada.” He said softly, and left it at that. Letting go the things he loved was not a part of his nature, and letting this rest did not come easily to him. That he did it at all was a mark of his love for her.


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