Neverwinter Forest i'm beyond the archetype

Wrap up, my loves? ♥

A second sob, fragile and cracking, worked its way up the column of Cypress’ throat, but he swallowed it down with visible physical effort, his narrow skull stretching forward as though he was gripped with an acute wave of torticollis. He wanted to protest that Elwood and Finley were not good wolves — could not have possibly been good enough if they’d lost something as precious as Lucy — and then he realized that he, too, had lost her. The pain was crippling and he fell again into a troubled silence as he tried to weather the storm of his own making that seemed to have no discernible outlet. No matter what Kjalarr and Shrike decided, the outcome was the same: Neverwinter Forest would never be the same.