The Hunt For Freedom
“I can’t change death, my love, no one can. It would go against the goddesses.”
Weeping, Penny sat, cradling Calvin’s head in her lap, stroking his blood-crusted hair. “Can we do nothing?”
“Even if we could go back in time, it wouldn’t change.” Dakari tried to explain. “No matter what we do, death is final, it’s natural. We must respect the goddesses' wishes.”
“That’s BS,” Jade stormed, “He’s not supposed to be dead.” Katalea went to Jade, tears on her cousin's cheeks. “He just found his mate last night, he had so much left ahead of him.”
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