With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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"...you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don't go away completely." 


"Sean? Lizzie? What the hell is going on out here? Are we having a party?" Harry asked as he hurriedly passed and elbowed his way forward around the crowd to stand next to the couple. He pouted, crossing his arms, "Why anyone didn't invite me?!"


"You see a lot of people outside and a party is the first thing on your mind?" Lizzie asked, a distracted, slightly hysterical laugh soon following after.


"Then what's this?" Harry gestured around them, his arms moving into a theatrical arc, "What's with the audience?"


Chapter 25: The Alpha of the North