THE GRAVE OF GREY AND GOLD
Treasurei closed my eyes and she slipped awayadored by my ruthless alphai can still hear his voiceit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyes
looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land.
"You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky.
"I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed.
"I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…"
My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.
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