What if Darcia had never shown up? What if he'd actually died to the dagger from the poison that Jaguara used on him? This is my story, on what I believe would've happened if the wolves got their happy ending. *disclaimer* I do not own any characters or places mentioned, except for the fact that our favourite wolves got to live in paradise. ~Excerpt~ Cheza's lullaby stops. A loud creak from the gate is heard again. I look behind me, only to find Cheza fall and crumble to the ground, the gate shutting, as the light from her chest dims until it shuts off completely. The last thing I see before the gate shuts, is the wind blowing through Cheza's violet hair, the smile on her face and the tears falling. There's a pang in my heart when her scent of Lunar Flowers disappears completely.