It ends tonight

She watched him wearily, her heart in this throat as the pain in her heart spread through the spaces between them. Knowing he would see the wrongs she had made. The hurt that had happened through her actions. When he moved closer to her she flinched, hunkering a little lower. She was not normally so submissive, but she was a ghost of who she had been. A shade, living in the hollow places of her memories.

When he reached her, he pressed himself against her. His gesture was one of comfort, and she sagged slightly against him. Against the Son of Hannibal. She buried her head in his thick fur, and realised it had been so long since she had had physical comfort. The hug hurt something deep inside of her. But healing pain, instead of something new breaking.

“I miss them.” She said, voice soft and buried in his fur. She wasn’t sure she believed his words on what she had done. The truth was, she had had the training and experience to do better. As an outsider looking in, she knew she would have made very different choices. “I always end up alone, Incubus.” She whispered. “I’ve been a part of many packs in my life. Formed friendships” - like his father - “And in the end, all roads lead here.” Alone, desolate, and hurting.