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er me with the weigh

ee his face, needing to burn the image of the man w

ed sorrow for the cameras that weren't t

te, his Luna. I was a contract

st break my heart;

ve her a subtle, almost imperceptible nod. It was a l

d to his side, and his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her possessivel

ouple, silhouetted against the st

dying wolf, not of pain, but of pure, undiluted rage.

e last, explosive gift of a she-wolf's spirit. My eyes, which could barely focus m

forced the words out, each one a shard

you... wit

primal fear they couldn't name, crossed their faces. They felt it

l you love be lost to you, and all y

he silver fire in my eyes extinguished.

as

own, I knew he felt it too, but it was a flicker of discomfort, not the soul-t

ms around herself as if a cold

ordered her, his voice clipped and business-li

, her compos

ing and striding out of the room. He was going to rally his

cent shimmer in the

o my cooling flesh, creating the illusion of a struggle.

is pack, his voice breaking with false grief as he announced the death of his "beloved mate

would not accept this. I would not fade into not

moonlight pierced through the window, through the very walls of the building. It b

echoed not in my ears, but

his was not

room, from the pack, from time itself. The world d

lten and Heidi at my funeral, accepting cond

verything w