THEODORE’S POVThe clearing stays empty no matter how many times I search for it.I've searched these trees for hours, retracing the same broken path while the falling snow buries every trace of her scent. My chest burns. My hands shake—not from the cold, never the cold. I press my palm onto the ground where she lay, searching for anything. A strand of hair. A trace of her heartbeat. Anything.But there’s nothing."Where is she," I say out loud, to no one, to the trees, to the wolf pacing behind my ribs. "Tell me where she is."Gravewind doesn't answer.That’s wrong. He always answers. Even when I beg him to stop, he growls, snarls, demands blood. For two hundred years, his voice has been louder than my hatred. Now there is only silence in my chest—so deep, it feels like something inside me has died.I laugh, but it breaks into something close to a sob.For decades, I prayed for death. I welcomed fifteen dragons tearing my throat open. I wanted it. I never feared it. But now, one stra
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