Graeme pulled her toward him under the water. She felt weightless as she glided back into his arms, and he held her. He just held her. They didn't speak, didn't allow their words to steal these final moments by demarcating them with fears or insecurities. Maybe if they just stayed here, just stayed like this, silent in each other's presence they could stretch out these moments indefinitely.
Here there were no pack members, no researchers, no vampires, no expectations. Here they were just allowed to be. And that was a comfort in itself.
Graeme carried her through the water toward the shore and laid them both down on the soft, lush grass that didn't reflect the fall season. It was like an eternal spring here—the time of rebirth and regeneration for the world. Everything was green and blooming and new. There was even a noticeable freshness to the air.
