Betrayal. It's what we all fear.

To take a chance, to go out on a limb, to trust—and get burned for it.

I was The Ferryman. What else would I do but deliver Death to their love for me?

Does it make it any better if I didn't have a choice? Probably not, since I don't regret being free or what I had to do. I manipulated and tricked the best bloodhound unit of the Mea Lupus Legions. I beguiled a whole Contubernium of eight wolves. Exploited and encouraged their growing feelings for me then preyed upon their kindness. I also stole from them and made out like a literal bandit.

Something happened between us that I can't explain. It changed me. I think it changed all of us. I feel different. Mind, body, and soul. Why does it feel like I'm more connected to them not less?

I'm not naive enough to believe they're going to let me go. I'm living life on a countdown. As soon as I ran I knew I would have to keep running for the rest of my short life. I just don't know whether I'm running from my own feelings for them or the retribution I know is coming.

(This is a slow build, fast burn Why Choose/Polyamory Romance. See Foreword for any/all TWs & CWs.)