Owner Of A Broken Heart

Modesty visibly flinched at Siduri's sharp No, but she held her ground and watched as her daughter fled across the bifrost, thankfully north. Despite the lump in her throat, the tattered shreds where her heart had been not all that long ago, she swallowed. The movement was painful. She wished she had the strength, the resolve, to react as her daughter had done, but Gilgamesh had been in her life so much longer than she had ever lived without him. The thought that he was gone... It was paralysing.

There was more than one way to skin a cat, or so she had heard. So once she had made it home, shared the news, given herself an opportunity to grieve, she would formulate her own plans. The pack at the falls would find themselves standing alone soon enough.

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