I've been talking abt this fic for a while now hiraeth - prologue The wolf had learnt a long time ago not to love. Not to cling. Not to get attached. Because when they did it had always ended in ruin. In pain... She was not a pessimist. She never had been. She was simply an optimist who had been hurt too many times. And the only thing that remained of her former self was a kindle of hope that might one day ignite into a blaze. The wolf was not a fool. She knew that love made many a wolf weak and many a pack fall. And love was why she was alone again. Love was what had torn her back apart and had left her on her own again and again. Love made a fool of them all... And she would be no fool...
