Life Ain't Always Beautiful

He held eyes with the beautiful tawny ghost. Nothing diminished her beauty, not the lackluster to her coat, nor the scrawniness she had come to. Not the way her claws were blunted to the quick. All they did was fan the flames of his anger. He would kill those wolves again, those demons of hell that had guarded the doors to damnation.

“I…. I do not know, Zee. I only wish I had been here with you sooner. That Tamsyn had not kept me from you.” He whispered, lowering his head to the ground again. Letting it rest against the cool stone, freezing against the flushed heat of his body. He had seen how his gaze had unnerved her, and he did not wish to capture her in it again. Where did they go from here? He did not know if this was reality or something else. If she was a ghost, a dream, a hallucination or something else entirely. She was supposed to be his touchstone, but she understood no more than he did. “You were the only thing that made sense to me. The thing that kept our pack together. Without you… You did not deserve hell, Zee. You were a mother, a guardian, a lover. You were everything good and right in my world.” His eyes were leaking again, he could not seem to stop them.


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