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I know we’ll live happily ever after, just as I know that somewhere else, another wolf is waking up to start their own journey.

Maybe the goddess doesn’t make mistakes. Maybe we all made the mistake of not trusting in her, in thinking our past was going to define us.

So tonight, we’ll run and live, and then we’ll get up and do it all again tomorrow.

Storm Pack out.

P.S.

Maple bars taste fucking delicious when they’re celebrating finally being rid of their exes.

Especially when they’re all hyped up from a good run and a good heaping of closure.

Wait, I think I lost the analogy…