September 27, 2024, 04:03 PM
(This post was last modified: September 27, 2024, 04:04 PM by Elveera.)
Eira drew a breath, her expression hardening.
Her words were resolute, but beneath them was the unmistakable ache of a mother’s grief.
I am huntin’ the beast that killed my boy,she said quietly, but there was a pain in her tone, her gaze turning as sharp as steel.
Do believe me when I say this is no pursuit I take any pleasure in. It is a last resort, but one I have no choice in, as it has already slipped through my grasp once—and now it tries again.
Her words were resolute, but beneath them was the unmistakable ache of a mother’s grief.
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