Dreadwolf Hunt (Solavellan)

"I wake up and he is not here, but the tears remain. I turn my head, and I saw the empty space under my sleeve. I could swear that I could move them if I tried, every each one of my fingers. But in the end, I have no fingers to move. Not a hand, not an arm, not him."

Four years have passed since the Inquisitor saw again her lover depart across a mirror. She promised to never give up on him; he, that he will never forget her. Winds of change scourge Skyhold. Maybe it's time to go, before the dreadwolf may take us all.

Note: Hello everyone, this is my own translation of my own Dragon Age fanfic story about our tragic Solavellan lovers. I hope it's not so weird since english is not my mother language, and that you enjoy it!