Raindrops fell from the sky, dark clouds shutting out the moonlight. The woman joined in his song, and it raised every hair on his body. The pain was too raw, the sorrow too deep.
She’d lost her mate, and Arlo knew there would be no other. She would forever be alone. Tears ran down his cheeks as he mourned her loss.
* * * *
Nash stood rooted on the spot. He’d never heard anything like what he was listening to now. Arlo’s deeper voice mingled with the female’s lighter one. The sound crawled inside of him and broke his heart. He mourned. He wasn’t sure what he was grieving, but the emotion was so thick it consumed him.
Gilbert rubbed his forehead. “Make it stop.”
“No, just…let them…” Nash wasn’t sure what they were doing, but he wouldn’t interrupt. The song didn’t resemble anything human, it was almost like a spell.
An eternity later, or at least a couple of minutes, the female raised her hand to Arlo, touched it to her chest, and the song died away.