Scarlet leaned against the wall of the ship's cargo hold, surrounded by boxes. This was it. They were leaving tomorrow. She was exhausted from a day spent packing. The afternoon had been chaos, cramming every last thing into cardboard boxes, stacking them high in the metal room, and disassembling furniture to fit it in. Now, they were just finishing. The sky was dark, full of stars, and the children were sleeping. The air was warm, the beginnings of summer carried on the breeze that made its way to where Scarlet was standing.

Wolf came up the ramp, carrying what Scarlet hoped was the last box. He set it down, and look at Scarlet.

"Tired?"

"Very." He offered his hand out, and she took it, and he led her down the ramp. Instead of going straight back to the house, where the kitchen lights glowed through the windows, he took her around to a grassy patch that served as their lawn.

They stood there, under the stars, lost in the quiet wonder of the night sky. There was no moon tonight, its absence both eery and comforting.

"I'm going to miss the farm," Scarlet said.

"Émilie will take good care of it," Wolf reassured himself as much as her.

"I know." She looked up at the stars, thousands twinkling back at her from space. "Cinder said there's less stars in New Beijing. The city lights flood them out."

"Yeah?" He stepped over so they were facing each other, and put his hand on her waist, his other still intertwined with hers. "Then we better make the most of the stars we have now."

Scarlet put her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. He smelled like he always did; of tangy earth and rain, and the savory-sweet warmth of allspice. They danced, swaying and stepping in a circle, with no music, just the stars, summer air, and each other. She hugged him even closer, resting her head on his chest. She could feel his breaths, steady and deep.

It was going to be a lot. To leave the farm behind, to live in a shared complex building crowded into a city on a different continent. She would miss Rieux, miss the loud voices, miss the French mixed into everyday speech, miss the phrases and idioms she knew so well. She might even miss the nosy neighbors. But she would manage. They would visit every summer, between school years. She'd make all the same food, crêpes, tarte aux fruits, chocolat chaud.

And Wolf would be there for her, and she for him, and they would adjust together and help each other. And really, she couldn't be homesick as long she had him. He kissed the top of her head, moved an arm up to her shoulders.

She looked up at him with the hint of a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." He pressed his lips to hers, and she returned the kiss.

She wanted to stay like that forever, to never let go. He was warm and sweet and hundreds of kisses melted together into one, flooding her nerves like hot tea in winter. Even as the kisses ended and they were left hugging, the empty fields surrounding them, it felt perfect. They were holding each other tightly, keeping each other safe under the stars.


A/N: Finally got around to writing some Wolflet! Did you like it? Do you have constructive criticism? Please review!