His heart leapt for grace had returned.
No longer was he destitute, now he stood proud and strong.
He returned to grace
He returned to grace
But
Something was different within him.
All he ever dreamed about was the restoration of his fantastical life but now he wanted something...
REAL
And Reality stood beside him broad shouldered and painfully gorgeous.
During the darkness, he found something real, Something worth more than all the stars in the sky Something more pure than his white wings,
Something more magical than spells
He found love
and he would never let it go.
He thanked his comrades and gifted them richly but as soon as all was said and done, with their fingers Locked together they walked away.
End.
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Werewolf"Well, Well what do we have here." said his voice menacingly. . . . . . . "Don't you know not to cross onto an Alpha's territory." he whispered into my ear.
