Altria

You never even knew that Triala was in love with you, or that he was half fey siren, not just kiron. You had met him walking along the coastline and there he was, behind you, dripping wet and smiling with a clever quip about the ocean undertow. You didn’t question it and you hit it off as you were talking. You began to spend all your time with him. He’d started to look more and more pensive, hiding it behind a ghost of a smile. You would pull him close and run your fingers through his hair and tell him whatever it was, it would be okay. He seemed to relax into you, his face buried in your scent gland. You fell in love with him, but even though he often took comfort in your scent the alpha never asked you to accept him as your mate and you can’t help feeling like you just… should have known. He always looked at you with this look of hope when you’d pull him close and you realize now he had been waiting for you to ask first so he didn’t risk the fey siren curse of harming you if he asked and was rejected. You never would have rejected him. The last day you saw him alive, he pulled you close and kissed you with so much passion that it stole your breath away. He told you he loved you so much and he wished you’d loved him back, then he ran off with tears in his eyes. You screamed after him that you did, but he was already too far to hear you. -x- He was seen jumping off the cliff side that most victims of fey siren song would jump off and no one survived the fall below. -x- A year later, you stand at his grave, and a man with a striking resemblance comes up to you. He says his name is Altria and he is much darker looking than your love. He is your love’s twin, he says, and he is half kiron too. What you don’t know, might just kill you. Or will love prevail after all in this tragic story of love, loss, perceived betrayal, and with the right choices… understanding, forgiveness, hope and new love? Or will you be lost to the predator’s deadly song…