a caustic, fleeting thing

He was surprised to hear Hazel’s voice call out to him. The thrill of hearing her call him dad would never get old, and he popped his head around the corner to offer her a smile. She had been through a lot. She had fought her demons, and they had left her with scars. The wolf that came out the other side wouldn’t be the same one, but his love for his adopted daughter hadn’t changed.

“For you? I have all the time in the world” He teased lightly, coming further around the corner. He surreptitiously looked her over. She looked tired, and worn, but better. Anything was better than the fever… “What did you have in mind?”


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