Sky
My father lifts his glass again and brings it to his mouth. He drinks slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
The room is quiet, wrapped in the dull glow of the last sunlight slipping through the window. Shadows stretch along the walls.
“You still don’t understand how much I loved your mother,” he says. “It was not normal love. It ruled me. I warned her that day. I told her not to follow me. I told her to stay behind where it was safe. She refused.”
His voice tightens, but he keeps going.
“She said she could help. She believed her spell power was strong enough. She thought she could change the outcome. She believed she could help us defeat the Shadow Fang Pack when they were still rising.”
His fingers spread across the desk, pressing into the wood as if grounding himself.
