The Siren’s Call
Running with Wolves: The Alpha Bite
Death.
That was all that surrounded her. She stared at the faded world around her. It didn’t feel real. None of it did.
The last few years of her life had meant nothing now.
The station was filled to the brim with forgotten souls, lost to the world around them. As she curled up on the bench beside the tracks, a familiar face found itself by her side.
The brown hair she had loved to run her fingers through.
The inquisitive gaze she had once loved to stare at.
The soft hand that covered hers in last-ditch effort to comfort one another like they used to.
Before the Nemeton.
Before the Oni.
Before lists and doctors and hunters.
Before him.
Her father had told her to never fall in love with a dead man.
Too late.
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