FENRIR~
A fleeting moment, nothing more, but from afar, concealed beneath a dark cloak, I recognized her instantly. My thought, though, pondered the purpose of her nocturnal attire at this dark hour.
I had endeavored a few steps to go after her, but then I hesitated, turning back and choosing to continue on my way to the study instead.
Within, Archie lounged in an armchair near the hearth, his long claws skimming the rim of his goblet, retracting only when my presence registered—or perhaps a presence, seeming not to know who had even walked in. Unmoved by the creaking doors, thoughts slaved around Mae’s portrait.
Without a doubt, he was still in the throes of grief.
“The conflict has been vanquished. The clan now owes you their honor," I informed him.
He nodded without turning, as I
