Noah
The lump was immediate, and Noah couldn’t help the grief and despair that crashed over the attuned bond with enough force to knock back the strongest of men. ”She—“ He tried to say out loud, but his voice caught in his throat. —there was a dragon. I — it knocked me out. For weeks — I hunted them and — she — Noah’s glacier eyes locked on Sah’s before he moved to wrap his arms around the once-wolf — I couldn’t save her.
Noah had cried all of his tears. There was nothing left of him, the mourning and grief wholly comprising him until it was all there was. He kept Sah in a tight embrace for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled back, taking each piece of the dam that was the access to his side of the attuned bond and welding each piece back into place, weaving the fortress once more. ”But Luka—“ He said, eyes jumping behind Sah to the stairs as he finally released their hug ”we can save him.”
Noah had cried all of his tears. There was nothing left of him, the mourning and grief wholly comprising him until it was all there was. He kept Sah in a tight embrace for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled back, taking each piece of the dam that was the access to his side of the attuned bond and welding each piece back into place, weaving the fortress once more. ”But Luka—“ He said, eyes jumping behind Sah to the stairs as he finally released their hug ”we can save him.”
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
