Clad in wolf-skin fur, the lone figure failed to rein in the maelstrom of emotion raging inside him.
Eyes cast down, his vision blurred, more ashamed than he'd anticipated at the self-inflicted wound. Not only had he taken Lana's arm, but he also threw her love for him like a crumpled piece of paper into the fire, watched as it lit up and turned to ash carried away by the wind.
He'd spied it in her pale eyes.
Something dying.
His heart melted like the snow dusting the distant Frostback peaks.
The Dread Wolf wept.
