Chapter 40 You're Not Her

Keira POV

The ship gave this journey a salute by blowing its whistle which stood in for my farewell to the Bloodrose Pack. It was arguably the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

Goodbye Louis, goodbye Lynede, goodbye the house where I grew up, and the lovely little lake and forest.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.

I eventually became his wayfarer, even as the wind went around my soul. Slowly he'll forget about me.

We're getting off the boat, so hurry up! Owain took hold of my hand and stepped onto the deck. To greet everyone on the coast, everyone stuck their heads out the window, and some even threw their caps out.

Despite all the enthusiasm, I observed that none of them had removed their hairband.

The male who handed me the apple whistled, as I was staring at them in astonishment, "Owain finally brought the la