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From Jeon Jeongguk, Head Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack and Envoy to the Eastern Borderlands
To Park Jimin, Head Omega of the Crescent Moon Pack
My dearest Jimin,
It has been six days since I left our pack’s lands, and already I feel the distance as though it was carved into my very bones. The road to the Eastern border is long, and though the air here is sharp and foreign, I still catch traces of your scent upon my sleeves — although faint now, it is enough to unmake me when the nights grow too quiet.
The Alpha Regent of the neighboring pack received me with courtesy due to our station, but his words hold little weight against the ache that grows each hour I am away from you. I am told diplomacy demands patience, yet I find I have none when it comes to you.
Is there much that occupies you at home, my love? The Council must lean heavily upon your guidance, and perhaps that is why your letters have not reached me. Still, I cannot help but wonder — do your thoughts stray to me as often as mine do to you?
I wake before dawn and think of the sound you make when you stretch beneath the morning light; I ride through the fields and remember how your laughter carried through the courtyard when the wind turned sweet. The world seems less vivid without you to mark it.
Write to me, my Jimin, my moon. Tell me of the pack, of the orchard blooming near the riverbank, of anything that will bring me nearer to you.
Your silence is a weight upon my chest, and I long for your hand to lift it.
Until then, know that every word I speak here is shadowed by your name.
With all that I am,
Jeongguk