Chrystal gazed up at Inca.
“Have we… Met before? Spoken?”
He smiled lightly, and Chrystal almost reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. “I think not, my Luna.”
“But you’ve been with the Healers’ –”
“Nearly all my life,” he cut in politely, “but our paths have never crossed. Here,” he said, gesturing with the tea. “Or…” His eyes moved to the door she was still leaning heavily on.
“I… Yes, please,” she said, opening the door wider and stepping back for him to enter.
He placed the tray on her dresser. And stepped back, before turning to her.
His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, then he bowed again and left silently.
She closed the door behind him, falling against it once she turned the lock.
Her tears fell without restraint.
I loved that wolf? Me? That beast?! I
