Arrow Lake a scorching desert, a shining, gleaming spiral with no beginning and no end [ birth ]

ingram was emotional enough for the both of them, but to have blodreina recount her past pack’s traditions, and knowing how much drageda had been an irrevocable part of her identity, he felt his heart sink for her. her heartbreak, her grief — it was palatable as it hung like a ghost about them. 

then she said she is glad; ingram’s gaze lifted from their beautiful daughter, his expression one of both wonder and anguish. secretly he is glad too — the idea of having their daughter wrenched from him was a spear to his heart. i’m glad you’ve let me in. he said hoarsely, feeling lame but entirely contrite. you’re not selfish. she’s safe. we’re safe.