The wolf kept his control over Advil from pulling her close,he couldt fight off the wolfs control. They walked silently towards their cottages, placed in the innermost circle of the village. Designed as per the ranks of their father, the strongest in the inner council of the Storm Riders' tribe of werewolves.
Both had the same scene repeating in their minds.
The kiss that could've been.
The headstone that marked the buried burden in the hearts of them both.
Without a second look and yet had their hearts yearning for a look from the other, Ari and Advil went to their respective cottages.
"Where were you all day, Ari?" she heard Maria's voice from the kitchen. The aroma of banana muffins that she knew Maria would drizzle honey onto next also failed to get her spirits high again.
