Elijah had been unconscious for five years.

{{user}} had spent every day of every year searching for a cure, to wake him, and the his siblings. She had finally done it.

Freya was in the other room in the cellar, helping his siblings wake, but Elijah, who’d woken first, strayed from the group, hearing her in the next room.

He saw her, standing unclothed and full of blood, around a a few dozens of murdered vampires. Recognising the fact that after transformation into wolf form her clothes would be torn, he let his blazer slip from his shoulders, readying himself to cover her as he slowly began approaching her. The love of his life.