Chapter 80 A Werewolf's Tale

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‘My name is Fenrir Greyback – Alpha,’ Greyback said voice shockingly gentle. ‘You are safe now.’

 

‘I’m Romula Redfur,’

 

 

 

The image shifted. They were now in a woodland clearing and there were now leaves on the trees, but it still looked frosty so was either only a few weeks or at least a year later. Romula looked cleaner and her handknitted clothes had the distinct well cared for look. Greyback on the other hand looked injured; his arms was in a sling made from old cloth, and he was bleeding from a wound above his eyebrows.

 

‘You have to be careful!’ Romula said amber eyes glowing brightly. ‘We won’t last without you! I won’t last without you!’

 

‘Yes, you will,’ Greyback said. ‘You are strong. You survived the destruction of you pack … spent weeks on run on your own. There is nothing you can’t survive.’

 

‘What if I don’t want to survive without you,’ Romula said quietly.

 

Greyback crinkled his eyebrows looking confused at Romula Redfur’s words. Remus couldn’t tell if he really was that obtuse or if he was concussed. Romula sighed put down the cloth that she was using to dab at Greyback’s injuries.

 

‘You’re an idiot, Fen,’

 

Romula amber eyes bright and passionate then took Greyback’s bearded face in his own hands and pulled him into a kiss. Greyback was hesitant but then leaned into the kiss. When they pulled apart, they were both smiling.

 

 

 

 

The image shifted again. They were in a canvas tent with sun shining through. Romula was smiling looking so very different from the scared, fragile young woman who had fallen before Greyback’s knees when everyone she knew had been taken from her. Remus could practically feel her happiness.

 

‘I love you,’ Greyback said.

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