I wasn't ready for the world as I knew it to end. It wasn't perfect, but I was still quite attached to it.

No one moved or said a word as we watched him walk up the aisle towards me. He moved with more grace that any feline shifter. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I swallowed down tears of joy and held out my hands for him to take. Once his fingers entwined with mine, I was whole once more. It didn't matter what happened now; I had my Snow.

I squared my shoulders and told it that I was trying to be a goddamn hero and it was going to give me a break. It flickered soft silver before it formed the image of a woman."Finally. I am proud," it said before it dropped me back into the normal world with a thud.

I sighed. At least we knew we were on the right track. People in silly outfits didn't attack you for no good reason.

My little weaver was tough, and he'd survive without me, but I didn't want to survive without him.

Somehow, something changed. Something unspoken passed between us. I took my time exploring his body in a way I hadn't done before. I traced every line, every curve, and savored the feel of his skin beneath my lips and fingertips. We took our time, and enjoyed a tenderness I'd never experienced before.For the first time in my life, I made love.

I wiped away the tears that began streaming down his cheeks."Can I help?""Don't push me away," he said."I won't. I promise."He was my other half, I'd take on the world for him.