's
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
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