THIRTYEIGHT-SCARLETSMILE
We returned to the pack house in the early hours of the morning, right as the sun began to peak over the tips of the trees casting the land in gold. His hand in mine was warm and certain, bring with it a strange new feeling of comfort and protection. I beamed up at him as we broke through the clearing, and he smiled back, I enjoyed the bronze cast of his face in the fresh hour light. And then suddenly he broke my gaze, the smile falling from his face, replaced by a something far more sinister. I looked in the direction he was staring to see a small crowd gathered around the entrance of the pack house and Ozymandias headed towards us with a grave look on his face. "What?" Theos asked him as he approached, "What is it?" Ozymandias, who I had never known to show any signs of weakness befo
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