Ailm howls in my skull like she’s being torn in two.And I know—before they even speak. Before the wave of mourning hits me like a storm through the bond. I know.Every wolf around me lifts their head to the skies and howls in unison. It’s a sound of mourning, of agony. But mine is a scream. Raw. Uncontained. Ripped from a soul that no longer knows how to stay whole.Caden knows.He’s trying to soothe me through the bond, trying to wrap me in warmth, but I can’t feel it. I can’t feel anything except this fire that’s swallowing me alive.Then someone says it.An arrow. Straight to the heart.Aspen.No.The grief is so brutal I choke on it, stumbling to my knees like I’ve been stabbed too. But the pain shifts. It sharpens. Hardens. Becomes rage—feral, all-consuming, nuclear.I stand, a snarl ripping from my throat, and throw the nearest chair across the yard so hard it shatters on impact. My wolves move instantly, forming a wall of fur and growl
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