Lone Star Mountain so hold your love and your truth

She spoke nothing then—sharp eyes cast upon him, and he wondered, if only for a moment, what would have been had he perhaps fought more for her presence to remain at the creek. What drew him to her, like a moth to a flame—only left to ashes in the end, surely. She lived for herself—

—he lived for his family and pack, though it almost always felt he missed the mark at showing them this.

She left—and so did he, with so many things left unsaid… and even worse, pushed from the mind.