The tradition was ancient, wolves facing impossible battles wrote letters to be delivered only if they didn't return. Final words for loved ones, confessions never spoken aloud, love preserved in ink and paper.
Ashina sat at Kendrick's desk in their suite, a blank piece of parchment mocking her with its emptiness. What did you say to a child who might never know you? How did you compress a lifetime of love into words on a page?
Dear little one, she finally wrote, her hand shaking.
If you're reading this, it means I didn't make it home from the battle. It means you'll grow up without your mother, and I'm so sorry for that. But I need you to know some things.
First, you are loved. More than I can express in words. From the moment I knew you existed, you became the most important thing in my world. Every decision I made, every risk I took, was to give you a safer future. A world without Morgana's darkness.
