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Chapter 165 The Truth of Our Hearts

Jane’s POV

I shifted out.

“No!” I wailed. I fell to my knees, then crawled over to him. My fists pounded the cold, metallic floor with every weak, shuffling movement I made.

“You can’t be gone,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks, a lump forcing my throat to close around the words. “You can’t be.”

But I knew that he was. The mate bond writhed and shrieked within me, screeching out for the severed other half of its soul.

“Hunter?” I choked, grabbing him gently.

His head lolled back as I moved him. His eyes were open; their blue irises were cold, so cold, and his pupils were unseeing. Cuts nicked his face.

I pried him away from his father. Hunter’s body was merged with Reg’s: his hands were furry and clawed, but the rest of him was human. I wished he had human hands I could hold.

It was that thought that shattered me entirely. I would never be able to hold his hand again. It was silly, and childish, and pathetic, but it was that notion that broke me. Not that I had lost my ma
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Sheila Hall
What is the next book name?
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LauA
Noooo this is too sad!
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Korey Moeller
IIRC death negates marks. So Hunter and Amy would no longer be mark mates.....
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