Swiftcurrent Creek your kiss, my cheek—i watched you leave

He opened a blurry eye as she spoke, trying to wake up—to be alert as she divulged to him her worries. He felt a stir in his chest—one of guilt, he would recognize instantly—and felt his arms pull her closer, as if she would run from him if she even began to understand the eruption of the current drama.

Of course, the pack held so much of it, it was entirely impossible to figure out exactly which drama Arric referred to—but he knew his friend was tightly wound these days.

He sighed—she wanted to know how he slept—to talk of them, and he wanted to admit to her that he slept much better with her in his arms. But she deserved a certain grain of truth, did she not?

“He’s probably referring to Silvertongue, Wren… and probably about me.”