Where the Pack Ends
I lock my hands into her tunic, exhausting the absolute last shred of my physical energy to shove Nyra’s limp body upward toward the moonlight.
The moment her head clears the surface, my own strength completely evaporates. My muscles turn to lead, and my body begins to sink like a stone into the freezing depths. I cannot catch a single breath of fresh air.
Is this the end of my second life?
My consciousness begins to fracture, the pressure in my chest tightening until I want to scream from the pain. I open my mouth, but only the bitter, suffocating tide floods my throat.
Through the darkness of the deep water, a towering, golden-eyed silhouette begins to materialize in my fading vision. I tr
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