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"You exist between them, like me. But differently." Thaddeus smiled, pleased. "Clever child. Yes, I am like you. A bridge. But I was born centuries ago, when such things were less rare. I've learned to sustain my nature through discipline and knowledge that others have forgotten." "You're a bridge too?" Luna leaned forward, fascinated. "But you're old. Really old. How?" "Because I learned the techniques that you have not yet discovered. Methods to sustain bridge nature beyond natural lifespan. Ways to filter the overwhelming information, to set boundaries, to thrive rather than merely survive." He pulled out an ancient leather-bound book. "I've written it all here. For you."

Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.

She finished, and I handed her a kleenex and a water bottle. "Better?" I was almost afraid to ask. "Ya, maybe it was bad fish because I feel a lot better now." I had never heard of wolves getting car sick or food poisoning. Then again, Lucy was no ordinary wolf. Lucy leaned her head agast the window as we drove the rest of the way to the most extensive library. I knew Lucy would die when she saw all the old books and scrolls. I could hardly wait to see her face. I pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes.

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

Unbroken. “This,” I rasped, my voice low, steady, dangerous, “is not weakness. Thank you for showing me what I am capable of,” I said with a bloody smirk. The air itself seemed to shudder at my words. Leaves rustled though no wind blew. The men glanced at each other, nervous now, their bravado cracking. Something was waking inside me. Something I didn’t understand. Something I couldn’t control. And I loved it because it was mine. And it was hungry and I was aching to feed it.

The Unbroken Collection continued travelling across Europe. More women came forward. More stories emerged. More conversations happened. The movement had become larger than any of them. Larger than the gallery. Larger than Paris. Larger than Claire. The irony wasn't lost on Jessica. The very thing Claire believed in most had happened. The story had survived. A week later, a letter arrived. Not an email. Not a text. A real letter. Handwritten. Delivered by post. The sight alone felt unusual. Almost old fashioned.

Inside the cover, her initials were faintly composed in pencil, hardly noticeable however unmistakably hers. A bookmark poked out from a random chapter. He flipped to the page. A tiny sticky note stuck between the margins read: “This chapter made me cry the first time. You’ll probably pretend it didn’t.” He smiled and shook his head. For the next hour, he checked out-- not out of monotony, however due to the fact that it felt like connection. Every page carried her voice, her choices, her quiet way of reaching out. He highlighted a line that stated, "The world breaks everyone, and later, many are stronger at the broken locations.".

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

I sat down slowly. That's when I was all alone. The only person in world I rely on was my brother and he left me, he left me on the street alone to die, i was break down, all I could feel was pain, all I could see is betrayal, betrayal by my own flesh and blood. I was crying like hell. It was like something was break inside me, my body was all gone numb and my emotions were slowing going through my tears, he left me. Just then someone put his hand over my shoulder; it was Juan, Phoenix's older brother. "Crystal!" he called my name.

The cold-hearted Don, the wife used as a pawn, the opulent estate, even the layout of the rooms was identical. Most terrifyingly, every expression and every word uttered by the Don in the book was like looking in a mirror. "Damn it!" I slammed the book shut, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Don?" Lily looked at me with concern. "You look unwell..." I ignored her and flipped to the last page of the book. In the acknowledgements, at the very end, was a single line: "To the one who was once my whole world, and who personally shattered it. Even if he never sees these words, I want to tell him: I have learned to be reborn from the ruins."