Athena
The Next Morning
Elira sent an invite to Lucas to "show him something important." I followed at a distance. Well I didn't want to come but Lucas spent hours asking me to go along with him.
The place was dimly lit, high-arched, and silent save for the muffled tap of their footsteps.
"The colors are from bloodroot," she was saying, guiding him to a hanging that stretched across the far wall. "They fade over time, unless renewed."
"Impressive," Lucas said, eyes on the threadwork.
She stepped closer. "Do you believe in fate, Lucas?"
He blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I believe our kind are woven into patterns far older than we understand. You and I" Her fingers brushed his wrist again. "we're born to be together."
Lucas took a step back, careful, measured. "I don't really believe in fate."
She tilted her head. "You should. You should also know that wolves don't always have the luxury of choice."
His eyes darkened. "I make my own choices."
