el

s of the collapsed rubble onto my face

ody down. My blood had nearly run dry,

d my baby's tiny body lay nestled against the

my cheek against its cold, damp fur, tears m

, shaking the earth right before the terrifyi

ing sound of helicopter blades cut through t

ped away by brute force, letting the howling w

ring helicopter dozens of feet above, landing hard on the

g, intoxicating scent of cedar and pine sw

sparks dancing across my freezing skin as the tiny spark

the Moon Goddess, triggering the unmistakable scent, t

ith his bare hands, his palms splitting op

l! Ho

madness and terror cut through

s face, but severe blood loss left onl

ody into his arms, his burning hands trembling violently aga

mach and the lifeless pup resting against my

I have to tear this entire mountain

Command, yet his voice cr

ent, an unprecedented sense of calm and completeness washed

ad never been touched by a filthy Rogue, and m

ly gripped his soaked suit lapel, wanting to sp

as he bowed his head and pressed a de

y eye burned away completely into a pure white c

k.

a clock's second han

on Goddess. Your vengeanc

e echoed directly inside my head

ht like a drowning person breaking the surf

d, no freezing rain, and no

mpletely free of silver burns, and presse

ds onto the wooden floor, illuminating the calen

ng into the mirror at my young, eighteen-year-old face with

the fall semester where ev