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Andricia

The cover of the treeline surrounds me. I stand helpless looking at the event playing before me. Reagan crumbles to the ground, and the sob filling the air cracks my heart. I sway on my feet momentarily before two hands land on my hips keeping me on my feet. Silas presses closer to me where my wings would have been he fills. My mates swoop in holding Reagan and Augustus as they mourn the loss of the woman whose name I still hadn't learned. Taking notice of the pack that was outside training now kneeling with their heads hung. A devastating loss for this pack. A calculated attack that would leave the leading members wounded and disoriented for a while. However as this packs Luna I will not allow any harm to come to anyone as they grieve this loss. The loss falls entirely on my shoulders as if it were my hand that ripped her throat out.

The moon is almost to the peak of the sky directly above us. Crisp air nips at my exposed back in the midnight blue material that hangs from my