"How the years seemed to have passed by," Eliza says looking up at her alter adorned with wooden angelic beings. Each one hand carved from various kinds of wood, clay and feathers, some simple while others adored with various kinds of markings and designs. Their small eyes seem to watch her as she reaches for a white candle. "And what do I have to show for it?" Her question hangs in the air as she lights it. "What have I truly accomplished?" The light flickers, threatening to go out as they watch her unfazed by her question. "Fate, or faith?"

"Probably both." The voice answers from behind her, how long he's been there, she's not sure but the visit is more than welcomed, at least for the moment. "I mean knowing how life works after all."

She looks over her shoulder at the man, his smile is wide but all she can focus on is his leg. "It's my fault."

"It wasn't." Gilbert answers ready to go around on the same conversation like they have for the past few years. It's gotten old to him but, she won't let the past remain in the past so he starts with the same line. "It was those fuckers who thought you weren't good enough." His eyes flash with anger as the smile fades. "They weren't real Alphas anyway. Just Betas trying to prove themselves."

"Funny they didn't seem like it." She makes room for him to sit beside her.

Gingerly he joins her on the intricately woven rug. "Well they sure as hell weren't Omegas." He chuckles to himself as a new thought crosses his mind.

"What?"

Soon his short chuckles turn to laughter. "Think a bunch of Omegas trying to take on a Leader's son, taught to fight to the death along with," he stops as she shakes her head.

"Don't say it. I'm no Princess. I'm no Queen, nor Clan leader. Never was, never will be."

"Not with that attitude." With that she slaps him across the back of his head like she had when they were younger. "It's a fact."

"Its bullshit." Eliza picks at a thin red thread beside her knee. "No clan, no heirs…no point."

"Do you really believe that?" He watches her for a moment, her face forlorn as memories flood back to her. Many he knows, though there are still some that she's only kept to herself. "Elizabeth."

"No."

"Princess of the Grey,"

"No!" She screams out as tears flow from her eyes. "They are dead. They are nothing but stars around your precious Moons now."

Gilbert watches as she covers her mouth, trying to hide a silent scream, pain that's all too real and vengeful now. "Your angels." Carefully he reaches out, almost afraid to take her hand in fear of her to lash out. To his surprise, she allows him to take her hand into his. "They deserve to be remembered."

Squeezing his hand, she's amazed how warm his white hand is and for a moment it's the only thing she wants to focus on. How her hand fits perfectly into his, how even if they were never meant to be, how much comfort he can bring her in times of darkness. He's tried to understand even as she's pushed him away but soon the thoughts return and all she finds is the memories. "How can I remember them when I was so young?" In her mind, she sees it, being dragged away as the women around her screamed out. It was something that haunted her dreams, the terror filled in those panicked screams. Much like what escaped Alfred's lips when he was taken years before. Perhaps that's why she's never left, she was the reasoning behind someone else's terror and out of pure guilt she's stayed. "Gil, do you know what it's like?" She asks pulling at the tread. "To know that when you die, everything else goes with you?" Her eyes trail to the angels above her. "Names, faces, lives. Torn away for nothing but because you were hated for what you are." A pained laugh escapes her lips. "Mother moon, Night Sky, Great Father, Lord of all," her voice trails off. "Don't I have every right as Allistor?"

"You do."

"Then why must I hide it!?" She stands up, taking an angel from her alter. "Why do I have to sit in the shadows and pray in the dark? Is my God not equal to his!?" As it leaves her lips the angel smashes to bits on the wall across from her. "Is my pain somehow less because my God doesn't show himself?" The tears return as she goes to take another. "We didn't do a damn thing to deserve it and in the end, he didn't do anything to stop it. I prayed to him every night, crying out and he turned his back on me. He abandoned my people like we were nothing."

Gilbert takes her hand, trying to pry the angel from her hand as she continues to struggle against the torrent of emotions rising to the surface. "Your God didn't abandon you Elizabeth. He still loves you and hears your prayers. It's his way, right? To show, what you need to see not what you want to?" She's determined to smash the figure like the other so he tries again if only to get through a little bit. "Damn it Eliza!" He lets out a grunt feeling pain shoot up his leg. "Allistor didn't do anything. Eliza," he grunts as her grip on the angel tightens. "He doesn't care, he's not like them." Quickly he yanks her around so they're face to face. "He wouldn't have made you that angel if he wanted to spit in your face. His faith is as solid as yours and this is how he shows that he loves you so give it too me."

It's something she's never thought of before and the very thought seems so foreign to her. "You made it…"

"Not this one," he says staring deep into her eyes trying to reach the child still trapped within. "Thirty years Elizabeth. It's time to let go of the past."

"What's thirty years to a Wolf?" She drops the angel hearing it land with a soft thud.

He answers without looking away, "A lifetime."

"I think it's time you go." She slips her hand away from him as she takes a step back. "Please." She turns away to pick up the angel on the rug noticing that while like many of the others it was simple in design it's wings are carved with delicate markings. Each one etched with celestial designs seemingly to show the summer night sky. She traces one wing with her finger before placing it back on the alter. Then she turns to the broken angel scattered all over the floor. Once she's sure he's truly gone she gathers up what she can, all the time praying for forgiveness. For her actions and for the angel she lost.

Outside Gilbert gathers thatch and branches, all the while he hears the soft song of Clara as she picks marigolds nearby. "Dear what are you singing about?" He asks seeing her cherubic face coated in freckles. It brings a smile to his face though he's not sure what she's saying.

She looks up, her long ginger hair braided down her back with strands of loose hair jutting out at each side. Clara offers him a smile. "It's a song Mummy told me."

"Oh?" He says with a chuckle as she hands him a yellow marigold. "And what are you saying."

She gives a twirl as she starts to sing again. It's an old language, one that he's only heard once or twice from his mate. Soon she stops, thinks for a moment before singing. "Mother Moon watch over me, with your gentle glow. Protect me as I dance in your light and guide me as I grow." Her bare feet move with the delicacy of the wind as a few feathers dance at the tip of her braid. To him she looks like a wind spirit playing in the twilight before flying off into the woods. "Do you like it?"

He sits what he's gathered on his porch before picking her up into his arms. "I do sweetheart." He kisses her cheek as her laughter fills the air. "So will you sing it again for me?" He sits her down and again she starts to dance as she sings her joy filled song again.

A/N: I'm not dead I promise. I just don't have time much anymore for any of my stories and very limited internet. So eventually every story will get a new chapter...