“I wish I didn’t have to kill, Alexandria.”
I hid behind the bushes and watched the man plunge a yew stake under the woman’s ribs towards her heart.
With his fingers still curled around the part of the wood protruding out of her flesh, he looked at the sky and cried, “By love and yew your life I end, by blood and moon you’re born again!”
He yanked the stake out.
The woman screamed.
My world went black.
I smiled and touched my man’s face for the first time in over 150 moons. We wrapped our arms around each other, and I howled at the full Silver Mother, through stolen human lips.