Confessions
Chapter 23
STILL NOT MINE
One of my personal favirotes :-)
Anyway, I'm posting two chapters today because my mom is forcing us on a technology fast tomorrow. Ugh.
Aster sat in one of the rare quiet corners of Santoff Claussen, smiling sadly at a small picture in his paw.
There were two figures in the picture, himself, younger, carefree, and laughing, his arms wrapped around the second figure. A snow-white Pooka with crystal blue eyes. His mate, Jackson. He had been killed in PItch's rampage against the Pooka's, along with their first litter, barely more than newborns. So young their eyes hadn't even opened yet. So young he didn't have even names to remember them by, let alone a picture.
A single tear fell from his eye, landing on the photo.
As he gingerly whipped it away, he heard a voice behind him.
"Aster?"