They were my children. I would not let them hunger. I loved you. It was the first time ever that she had spoken his name. He backed away from her, looking away from the meat hanging in her jaws to the thin, red hands that had once caressed his body.
Beasts can be better than men, it seems.
And he let her go out into the night because there was nothing else he could do. Trust was too fragile a thing. He moved to the window, watched her go. Outside the trees shook with rage. Wind howled down the mountains, but he no longer questioned the omens it carried with it.