12-15-2007, 05:51 PM
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indent “Yes,” he said quietly, aware that he no longer felt anything. Kaena Lykoi was gone; she was not his lover, not his mate, not anything. They had inevitably left one another, as though realizing it was not meant to be. She was too much set in her ways and her hate; and he, being a wolf, did not support those ideals. It had been on friendly terms, and they had spoken after—once, when he had found his way back on a fluke, before everything had gone to hell.
indent The boy would have his father’s eyes. Ahren wasn’t sure if the world needed another man with eyes that color. “I’m sorry she left,” he offered, taking another drag on the cigarette. He had known that would come too. Ahren, too wise for his years, still able to sense and see things he could not explain, knew that. He had known all along.
indent The boy would have his father’s eyes. Ahren wasn’t sure if the world needed another man with eyes that color. “I’m sorry she left,” he offered, taking another drag on the cigarette. He had known that would come too. Ahren, too wise for his years, still able to sense and see things he could not explain, knew that. He had known all along.