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August 7 - August 14, 2025
And when I saw the wolf, I’d thought he’d come for me. That I would see him, touch him one last time, have the chance to tell him once more that I loved him. That I’d get to say goodbye on my terms. But I didn’t see him in the doorway now. He wasn’t there. What if he’d never been there?
I don't think she was hallucinating...but I don't see why Ash would just leave her, unless he made a deal?
“It’s from the oldest of our language. Toria had a few meanings. One meant garden. Another could be loosely translated into pretty flower.” He smiled then, but no dimple appeared, and I couldn’t help but think of what Sotoria had been doing when she died. She’d been picking flowers. “But a more exact translation is poppy.”
I suppose love made you capable of that: wanting happiness for another, even if it meant them finding it with someone else.
“What I’m about to say next doesn’t change what I told you before.” The eather swirled in his eyes. “You’re brave, strong, and resilient. You don’t need anyone to fight your battles. You never have. You don’t now.” My chest rose and fell rapidly as I listened to him. “But I will fight for you. I will free you. And if that takes me laying waste to everything and everyone in Dalos, then so be it,” he swore as my heart stuttered. “Nothing will stop me.”
“I’m nothing without you, liessa,” he whispered as he started to slip away, and the embers hummed in my chest. “And there will be nothing without you.”
“I…I’ve heard the legends of such.” I thought of my parents. “But that can’t be it,” I said before he could. “Then how is it possible?” An emotion flickered across his face—too fast for me to decipher. “It could be because we’ve shared blood. That could be common among those who’ve experienced what we did.”
“I think it was more like his sheer will made it so you woke up,” Nektas continued. His sheer will? “And is waking up in the arms of the one you care so deeply for a waste of time? There is nothing I would not give to have one more moment with Halayna.” My breath snagged at the raw honesty and lingering pain in his voice. I twisted toward Ash. “I don’t think any extra time with you is a waste. I wasn’t thinking.” “I know.” Ash cupped my cheek.
“We don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice thick and rough. “Having you here and in my arms, kissing you? It’s enough.” Oh, gods, he was going to make me cry.
“Your voice is a balm.”
That you were the impossible. The one thing that could return a kardia, scratching itself together from the wound its removal left behind. My heartmate.”
I didn’t know what I’d expected to find, but it wasn’t—in a hundred years—the answer to where all the hair ties had gone after Ash unbound my hair. Now, I knew. They were all in this box.
“You’re…you’re simply my first, Sera, and you will be my last.”