There's my 500 words. And then some.
There's 59K. And then some.
There's a marriage proposal. And an acceptance.
And now their lives can go to shit once again. Because that's how I roll.
Because I'm mean and ought to be shot.
Also, the beginnings of an endgame may be making themselves known.
And pretty soon I'm going to have to decide if not!Harmony lives or dies. Because I've been all about hurting not!Harry in this thing, and it might be high time to give the poor guy a little comfort. On the other hand, the image of her dying in his arms after taking a bullet meant for him and then him wolfing permanently and heading for the hills is kind of pinging me pretty good too.
See? SEE how mean I am?