there were parts of her past that morrigan had buried so far inside of herself that attempting to free them later felt ... wrong. somewhere down the line she acknowledged that she had a family, both blood and in pack, but the tragedy that followed down the lines of that tale had her bottling it all up inside. the last thing she expected to do on an island that proposed the idea of soulmates was find a piece of history, but this one was difficult to deny.
if she had to put money on other survivors of their pack, moses was the smartest bet. she’d be able to pick him out of a crowd with her eyes closed, and it was just that old, familiar scent of his. there was a smile on her face, belying the bittersweet glimmer in her eye, as she perched against the bar counter beside him, so close that her forearm brushed against his. “ buy you a drink? ”
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