The clouds parted and suddenly the bright moonlight poured onto the terrace. The Hunter gave himself a few moments, his eyes locked on the celestial orb. For a short while a vision of her filled his mind. Her limp body in his arms in the moonlight, the only time he had ever been allowed to touch her, to do what was needful. And the feeling of her life inside his body now, wordlessly flowed into his very being. So close, yet forever lost to his physical touch
Something stirred in the Hunter's heart. It was as delicate as the brush of a butterfly's wing, a whisper, a caress, as though she were awake in him, holding his cold heart in her warm hands.
Then his cold body shivered and his heart thumped, once, before settling back into its silence.
He tilted his head back, and from his open mouth came a blood chilling howl that spoke of pain and longing. The voices from the council room hushed.
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