Are we doomed to repeat ourselves

Her response seemed reluctant, but he made no show of it. Only offering her the sad smile of an old wolf. There was all the history in the world between these wolves. From leader to follower, teacher and mentor. To leader among his leaders, and then a member of an allied pack. Mate to a wolf he called mother. The wolf that had saved his life. Almost-lovers, and wolves that shared a kiss, a passion. One that had been quickly doused, and followed by animosity. Now they stood side by side, strangers with a shared past.

“I brought Briar to see Art, but I came for Iolare.” He explained softly. He sighed softly at her mention of Briars moving. “It’ll happen too fast.” He admitted with a light chuckle. It would never be easy to let her go, but perhaps every father felt that way.

Tamsyn said his name, her voice uncertain, but calling his attention. He let his eyes met hers, waiting. He had a feeling what she was about to say was important to her, so he held his silence. Tamsyn would always be many things to him, but one thing she would never again be - was his. He knew this, even if it was a difficult pill to swallow. Her freedom was hard-won, she had claws herself from depression and made herself a life. He can, and would, respect that. “I am glad you found happiness, Tamsyn. No matter what i’ve said in the past, you deserve it. You fought for it, and you found it. I’m glad. I wish you all the happiness, Tamsyn.” He whispered, his breath catching slightly. He did not think ‘friends’ would ever be on the table between them again, but there it was. She had said it. “I think you and Kane would make wonderful grandparents, and it would be my honour to share that role with the two of you.”


"Sirius Fatalis"