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ght nothing could separate us. I thought the little wolf charm was calling me as it sparkled in the moonlight. But the person in the cloak who dropped it wa

o leave because of the wolf and the arrow last night. I leaned my face against the boarded-up window crack and peered through t

side. The cold ground felt good under my boots. It felt like a cold hug when the fog wrapped around me. I got down on my knees next to the necklace and picked it up with a shaking hand

rt beat fast, I quickly put the necklace in my pocket and ran back to my room. Under my pillow, next to the knife, I locked the

, out of sight but heavy, as if it held all my old pain. My mind was racing as I went to the packhouse for breakfast. Who put it

ed wolf by her side. She waved me over and said, "Mira!"

elped a little." She gave me a piece of her bread and jam that were all ove

the day before like he had a storm inside him. He owned the necklace, so I asked him about

er eyes locked on mine as she filled my cup. "Are you g

cklace in my pocket with my

e stopped, and as I watched her leave, my skin pricked up. D

feeding chickens. As I walked by the well, I saw the two women washing clothes again. They looked at me and whispered. Whe

ce away from the village. The air was colder and there were more trees here. As I walked, my boots dug into the m

wly and read each one. A small stone with my name on it, half-covered in moss, caught my eye. Camelia. There is no last name

t I was dead and buried here. But there was no body-just a sign that they went. I wiped my tears away b

in my sleeve. Frank was there. His eyes were wide as he stopped, like he did not expect to s

ce was shaking as I said, "I... heard

ke he was in pain, his face turned funny. "This was a special

that I was standing here. I tried but failed. Not yet. I tu

on his knees next to the rock and gently brushed the moss off with his fingers.

l were right. He did not forget about me. I did not like the thought; i

As I looked at my own grave and felt his

e. He stopped at the packhouse when we got to the villa

y hand touched the necklace

aYesf he knew I was lying. He told her,

. I took it out and put it up to the light. The wolf charm moved and sparkled. Who took i

though it was quiet in the packhouse, I could hear everything. Something outside made a noise that m

ng hands. As I unfolded it, my breath caught. Therwasre shakhandwritinggs that said, "I kn