~VARG The silence that followed her exhaustion was heavier than the walls of the pack house.Amaris had finally stopped trying to resist me, her body completely giving out beneath the sheer, explosive emotional stress of the prophecy. She lay crumpled within my hold, her breathing soft and shallow. Her hauntingly beautiful face now carried a deathly, translucent pallor under the dim light of the bedroom, the dark circles rounding her eyes looking like permanent bruises of my own making. Even in her deep, fitful sleep, her fingers remained tightly clenched into the fabric of my shirt, a silent, heartbreaking evidence of the terror that had poisoned her sanity.All I needed was for her to relax and stop panicking over the prophecy. Now that she was fast asleep, I pulled myself away.Sitting rigidly on the very edge of the mattress, my hands resting flat against my knees, I stared down at her unmoving figure. My jaw bone crackled beneath my skin as my teeth ground together, a sharp, rhy
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