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Somewhere along the way love got tangled up in the pain and gore of the after . After the end of the world, after the death of his blood brother, after the collapse of the prison he called home, and after the family unit, the wolf pack, he was loyal to fell and scattered across the moist red dirt of the south. Somewhere the tenebrosity slit in two.
It was Beth’s light, unassumingly thin as a wire, as her slender frame, that slipped through his feral shadow and cut open a tender space in his wry heart.
Built from anger dangerous, fertilized with fear, mended with scars and iron, he was a man of the wild wood, but she was made of sunlight and grew rose thorns and could move on soft feet watching his leather-clad back. It was sort of like she built for him—if he dare think such a thing. The way she balanced on the edge of hope and pragmatism, fingertips dancing towards his like magnets and setting his course on the way she swung his internal compass. Beth led him along and he followed, and once he began following it became clear to him he could never stop.