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Fallon’s chest swelled, her heart aching with a pride so fierce it nearly broke her. Victoria’s voice rang through the clearing like a bell, clear, brave, steady. The pack might not see it, but Fallon did. She saw the tremble held in check, the flicker of pain buried deep in crimson eyes, the...

Fallon led them forward, her grip tightening around Victoria’s hand as they reached the clearing. The air was sharp with the bite of winter, but she barely felt the cold—her pulse quickened for an entirely different reason. She could smell them before she saw them, could hear the quiet crunch of...

Fallon’s eyes snapped open, her body tense as Victoria spoke, her voice sharp with panic. She sat up instantly, her senses flaring as she scanned the cave entrance, a growl barely contained in her throat. Her eyes were wide with the same primal urgency that she had inherited as a Garou, every...

My Love, I have never been very good with words. You have always been the one who can weave them like silk, turning simple truths into poetry, but I will try. I will try because it is Heart and Hearth Day, and though I have never put much thought into the it before, I find myself thinking of it...

Fallon let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a sigh, her lips still tingling from Victoria’s kiss. Rest. The word felt almost foreign now, something distant and unnecessary when there was so much else to think about—so much else to worry about. She wasn’t sure if it was the nearness of...

Fallon exhaled slowly, her breath warm against Victoria’s temple as she pressed a kiss there. She hummed, a quiet sound of consideration. "A snake?" she repeated, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh.." Her fingers trailed idly along Victoria’s spine, slow and thoughtful as she...

Fallon shook her head gently, letting out a mirthless laugh under her breath. “No…” Her smile wavered, a crack forming in her composed facade. “I am not the same, Vic.” Her hand trembled faintly as she lifted it to brush a stray strand of hair from Victoria’s face, her touch lingering with a...

Fallon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of Victoria’s words, though the tension did not entirely leave her. The gentle softness of Victoria’s cold hands against her own steadied her, though her pulse thrummed like a drumbeat in her ears. She let the vampire’s forehead rest against hers...

Fallon’s ears flicked at Victoria’s voice, the low hum of it cutting through the tension that clung to her like the snow on her fur. Her silver eyes, still bright in the dim cave, glanced briefly toward the vampire before shifting back to the entrance, as if expecting the storm itself to take...

Fallon’s ears twitched, swiveling at the sound of Victoria’s voice as it threaded through the howling wind. Her breath puffed out in rhythmic bursts, visible clouds against the dark as she slowed her steps. Each shift of the cold, snow-laden air pressed a familiar weight into her chest—an...

Fallon’s eyes darkened as she took in the sight before her. So concerned had she been for Victoria's safety that she hadn’t truly looked at her wife. Now, as she stared at the vampire's transformed physique, a feral reaction surged within her. Victoria’s scent was different, something heady that...

"It's alright," she assured her, ensuring the drapes were firmly shut before dousing the fire and returning to her wife's side, her concern evident as she looked over Victoria's beautiful face, her own eyes welling up with tears. "Fallon reached up and cupped Victoria's face with a tenderness...

Fallon stirred slowly, her consciousness breaking the surface of a deep and dark sleep. She felt the softness of the silk sheets beneath her and the comforting weight of thick furs atop her. The warmth of the fire seeped into her aching bones. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she...

"Hmm.." Fallon answered drowsily, dreamily, as though she was being roused from the most tranquil of slumbers. Some part of her was quite aware of her Wife's worry, and so she mustered the strength to lift a clammy hand and settle it atop Victoria's, her pale lips softening into the hint of a...

Fallon's body writhed, her brow furrowing as claw like nails tore desperately through bodice and skin, and her own sharp canines were bared in a snarl, her knuckles white as she gripped at her wife's shoulders in attempt to push her back. How quickly She drank. How strong She became...