[40.1] THE 8TH NIGHT WOLF (part-one)

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She is not a mate, She is a witch.

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[SHADE SHADOWS]

Barnabas is right.

The sun refuses to shine by the morrow, and the world is dark. And it stays for three days. At least, I think it has been three days. I can not tell. The hours seem endless.

Perhaps I could count how many times Madam has awoken us but she has not been to our chambers. The last time I saw her, she had called AMA's true name. Now, guards bang at our doors when it is time to wake. If I am to count to that then it is four.

Four days have passed. It feels like a fever.

I pump on mindlessly.

My thoughts are filled with pages and lonely words. I have not opened Xirrians journal since. It is far too emotional that reading those pages has wedged me into such despair that I can not bring myself to read another page.

But even though I do not dare to read, his words have haunted me, night and day. I can not get it out of my head.

Perhaps it's because there is nothing I can do to distract myself.

I've been lone