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he cold, empty bed, the ghost of that wild ginger scent haunting my ev
nd was frantic, her anxiety a sharp, clawing thi
. Slipping from the bed, I pulled on a dark robe, becoming a shadow in my own home. My de
my father surfaced, a flash of warmth in the encroaching cold. There was an old ventilation shaft in t
it was, a brass grille, cool to the touch. I knelt, pressing my ear aRyker's breathing. Disappointment warred with a sliver of desperate h
ft and sultry, but the duct amplified it, d
onger do you have
stopped. The woman-*that wom
se with me. "Be patient. Everything is proceeding as planned. Gl
tness. "I just can't wait to be your Lun
w, breathy moan from the woman. My stomach
not once, shown me. Every gasp, every throaty sigh from the woman, was a physical blow. The sounds
o intense they stole my breath. My unborn child thrashed in my womb, reacting to my agony. I bit dow
tard?" the woman asked, he
n. "An 'accident' will take care of all our problems. The
ched my belly with such reverence, calling this child the symbol of our fated love. All of
powerful that my bones ached with the urge to shift,
th!* Lyra shrieked, her
If I burst in there now, I would be signing my own death warrant, and my child'
erasing any sign of my presence. I fled, a ghost in my own hom
time. There was no point. Th
gave way to a bleak, grey dawn. The shock had burned away the tears, le
ca
me to the bone, that a marked she-wolf, ca
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