“I’ll in no way let you go,” he whispered. Bending down to kiss her forehead, she shivered. He pulled her closer.
‘You are mine, and mine alone,’ he whispered to her in his mind. ‘Whether you remain with me in this life or go with me to the next.’
After the memorial, Harry returned to his room with a drink in hand.
He stood on his patio, letting the warm breeze rush over his skin. The air was once filled with smoke from the funeral pyres. They would burn all night time long, and the households of every of the wolves that died would stay beside the fireplace until the ultimate ember went out.
He leaned ahead on the railing. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep and weighted sigh.
Harry thought of Natalie. He missed her, simply being near her gave him energy. Even barring
the stress and
