They repeated after Charlotte words about sharing pain and joy, hardships and dreams… the words feeling like magic, disappearing into the air and into the woods to be kept as sacred vows—sacred whispers to endure on the breath of time. And when they slipped their hands out of the knot, holding each other's gaze, a crow above announced its approval and flew off into the forest—taking their story on its wing to share with those beyond the Veil.
My Lycan Mate of Suicide Forest
Fantasy · emme_z
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