Ravensblood Forest All I do is love in spades

They camped that night in a knoll overlooking Murkwood, and spoke quietly of their plans. 

He watched the seaborn until his silhouette blended with the unbecoming gloom of the forest, his heart hammering an uneasy tune. 

It must be done, but that did not mean Anselm enjoyed it, and after a time alone he realized he could not tolerate Etienne being out of his sight a moment longer. 

His entire heart was in that dark and unlovely forest. He knew what must be done. 

Low to the ground, Anselm followed Etienne’s tracks in the stealthiest manner possible, ears swiveling and senses on high alert.