Before the fight, Aiken came to me a few more times.He brought the pair of bear claws and the star pendant I'd thrown at Jessa.I didn't see him.Even through the door, I could hear how weak his voice was.Again and again, he spoke through the wooden door about our childhood.How I'd rescued him from a blizzard. How I'd taken the boulder for him. How happy we'd been when our marks first awakened.His voice grew quieter as he spoke, until he finally broke down and cried.I'd be lying if I said none of it affected me, but I knew I couldn't turn back.If I did, the pain would only get worse.The night of the full moon.The pack lit torches around the entire square.I wore black leather armor with the brace Oliver had reinforced strapped over my left knee.Aiken stood across from me, grief written all over his face.He was pale, with bruised shadows under his eyes and many emotions moving through his gaze."Mira, does it have to be like this?"I pulled the knife from my belt, exhaled, and
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