51. Burned Letters
Hawthorn Henbane wrote to Seff every day. Each one made him feel like a stupid lovesick idiot. Some he wrote just for himself, others he thought sounded good but ended up in a crumpled ball in the corner of his room, others he hated enough to light on fire, and maybe one out of ten were sound enough to send.
He was friends with Allium’s Beta fuck buddy, Warrin, from the Winter pack, who seemed to think life without Allium was utterly pointless. So he decided that bothering Hawthorn all hours of the day was how he would fill the time.
“Just be a classical hero and storm the Keep,” was Warrin’s advice, swiping a letter and throwing himself on Hawthorn’s couch in his bedroom. “For fuck’s sake, you’re a desperate dunce. ‘I want to see you again’ is so…dry.”
Hawthorn snatched it out of his hand. “If it makes you feel better, knothead, I burn most of these.”
“Good. Here’s an idea: go there.”
“And what? Be ripped to shreds by *Kiran Cyrus*? I want Seff back but I’d like to keep my limbs,” Hawthorn mumbled, tossing the letter in the trash.
“So you can keep fucking her, right?” Warrin asked. He sighed. “What I’d give to smack Allium’s ass right now, damn.”
Hawthorn rolled his eyes. “They’re not objects. Think with your head, not your dick. I don’t want Seff back for just that”—
“‘Just’,” Warrin input.
—“I want her because I love her. I want to marry her and find a way to have pups together. I have enough money to buy an apartment…” He had much longer than a month to plan the rest of his life with Seff Bleize, his lifelong love. She’d been oblivious since the beginning and yes, maybe confessing to her in front of both immortal Alphas at the Choosing wasn’t his smartest move, but the point was that they were better for each other than anyone else.
Warrin’s one-track mind couldn’t seem to grasp that. “Sure, sure. How you plan to do all that?”
He sighed hopelessly and dropped his chin in his hand. “Step one: get her to actually respond. Everyone says letters are allowed in and out of Sun, but what if that was a lie? Or what if she’s dead?”
A morbid thought but it wasn’t implausible if Kiran Cyrus was in question.
Warrin clapped a hand on his shoulder forcefully. “My lovestruck friend, it’s been a month. I say move on.”
His teeth grated and he bolted to his feet to slam Warrin into the wall, but a knock on the door made them both freeze. “Hawthorn Henbane? This is Lona Mahsa, Delta to Luna Selene Hilal of the Moon pack. I have a letter from Seff Bleize requesting your presence at Castle Night as soon as possible.”
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