Alastors Pov
I stood outside on the balcony of my room as my mind wandered to Alafia. Seeing her radiant smile and feeling the unwavering dedication to our love.
Suddenly, a faint whisper echoed through the shadows. My shadow, a dark entity bound to me, emerged from the darkness.
"Master, Alafia has been injured," it reported, its voice like a gentle breeze on a summer night.
My heart clenched, concern etched on my face.
"What happened?" I asked.
"She sought another victim, but the hunt went awry. A rival predator cornered her, and she suffered wounds."
Rage and fear swirled within me. I couldn't lose her, not now, not ever.
"Take me to her," I commanded, my voice firm.
The shadow nodded, dissolving into darkness. With a swift gesture, I opened a portal to the living world and stepped through.
As soon as I arrived, the shadow led me to a hidden alleyway. Alafia lays there, her body bruised, her spirit weakened.
My heart ached, seeing her vulnerable. I knelt beside her, gently brushing her hair from her face.
"Alafia, my love, I'm here," I whispered, my voice filled with anguish.
Her eyes fluttered open, a faint smile on her lips.
"That's the first time you've ever said my name." She whispered.
I gathered her into my arms, holding her close.
"I'm....sorry, Alastor." She says.
"You have nothing to apologize for. You're safe now." I reply as my grip tightens around her.
With a wave of my hand, the shadows enveloped us, shielding us from prying eyes. I focused my energy, channeling my dark power to heal her wounds.
As her injuries began to fade, I realized that our love had become a beacon of hope. Together, we would face whatever dangers lay ahead, our bond growing stronger with each challenge.
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