Maybe It's A Sign

I watched over the next few weeks as Margot fell in love with him. His visits to the pack had become so frequent that he now had a pallet permanently set up for him in David's home. He seemed extremely smitten with Margot, and she seemed just as taken by him that I enjoyed watching them.

I enjoyed watching his eyes lighting up whenever she was near. Their connection was undeniable, and it was heartwarming to witness the love that had flourished between them.

But even in the midst of this happiness, I couldn't help but wonder about his past. There were hints of a mysterious history, a life beyond our pack that he had left behind. He spoke little of it, and it piqued my curiosity.

One evening, under the silver glow of the moon, I approached him, wanting to know more about his story. "Mind if I join you for a moment?" I asked, settling down beside him by the crackling fire.

He smiled warmly, gesturing for me to sit. "Of course, I'd be glad to chat."

"I can see how much you care for Margo