The long, golden strands of hair that had never been cut before, and if the old legends were to be trusted... his very soul. In the other was the blade. He offered his alpha the means to take a part of his soul for himself, it would be his responsibility to keep it safe in his care for as long as he lived. And if Fates forbid, his alpha were to pass into the afterlife before him, then on his funeral pyre, Valentyne’s braid would lay upon his chest to burn along with him. Once you relinquished a part of your soul to another, there was no return. It belonged to them from that point onward.
