Liora exhaled slowly. The river glimmered as the sun rose higher, and for a brief moment, she would never let herself forget anything, the betrayal, the pain, the hatred. She remembered the old days too, when he'd chase her through the training fields, his wolf howling playfully as hers answered. When he first started fooling her.,
"Stop," she said suddenly, more to herself than to him. "Don't try to make me forgive you."
He smiled wistfully. "Okay…don't forgive me. Just let me help you fetch water today."
She looked away, realizing he was right. Despite everything, part of her still remembered him, his scent, his voice, the warmth in his touch. She hated it.
"Enough," she said sharply, standing and hoisting the full jar onto her hip. "You've done your part. Go."
He followed her anyway. "At least let me carry it…"
"No."
"Liora—"
She turned on him then, eyes blazing. "You think helping me fetch water will change anything? You think losing your wolf makes us even?"
