Love is not for the Wolfless
* Cicilia says, *"without food, we can't heal properly."
"I know," I think back.
That night, I dream of Stark, we're back at the river, the moon is white and normal, we're skipping stones and laughing.
"I miss you," I tell him in the dream.
"I miss you too," he says, "hold on, just hold on, I'll find a way to save you."
"Promise?" I ask.
"Promise," he says.
I wake up crying, the dream felt so real, for a moment, I forgot where I was, forgot about the pain and the silver and the torture.
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