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Her skin is cold—way too cold, like snow that refuses to melt. I close my eyes. I summon warmth. It stirs slowly from deep within me—a river that seems to have forgotten how to flow, sluggish and hesitant. I push it into my palms, through my fingers, into her chest. Her heart stutters beneath my hands. Weak. Irregular. I push harder. The warmth spreads through her ribs, her lungs, her veins. I’m searching for something—a break, a wound, a spot where her body has lost the ability to heal. But there’s nothing, just a vast, dreadful emptiness where her life should be.

To just give in and join my mate… Suddenly, warmth spread through my body. I let out a gasp of surprise, as suddenly everything inside of me just--- warmed! My wolf let out a low whimper as the fight left him in a rush. Like an adrenaline crash, it swirled through my body, heating something inside that had been frozen over for so long, I hadn’t known it could ever be touched again. As if something deep inside of me had been aching for so long, and this warmth – this touch! – wrapped itself around it. Gently and soothingly--- Healing it…

The others sensed something was wrong and stammered, “T-That really does look like cremated ashes. There are even whole pieces of bone...” Belinay turned pale. She looked up and tried to glance at me. However, in the next second, I lunged toward Hubert and dragged him with me as we tumbled down the stairs. “Ah!” Hubert rolled to one side. His face was pale as he clutched his stomach. “It hurts so much! I think my surgical wound burst open!” In an instant, everyone rushed toward him. Holding my bleeding forehead, I crawled up the stairs and gathered my mother’s ashes bit by bit.

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Rider's hand covered my wrist his body inches away from mine, as I attempted to pull it completely away from Moi. I'm totally still, not sure why, but there's something about him. A command like presence. I want to fight against it but my movements have jerked to a halt. His body is oddly warm, like almost hot. Which is weird because Moi didn't feel that warm when I laid against her. But this man, his body heat is almost scorching an were we're inches away. I glance up at him, slightly craning my neck to meet his eyes. His gaze meets mine, intense but warm and I swear his eyes took on a grayish tint not mere seconds ago.

As she shed her own clothes, the chill of the room seemed to intensify, the biting cold a stark reminder of the desperate situation they were in. Arlet retrieved a warm duvet, wrapping it tightly around both of their naked bodies. She nestled close to Ruben, her own warmth seeping into his frigid form. In the hushed darkness of the room, she prayed for the combined heat of their bodies to serve as a lifeline, a lifeline that would reignite the flicker of life within him.

My body would eventually send me a signal to wake the hell up. I lied back down on my bed, pulling the covers over me and frowning. My body felt so cold. Too cold. Even beneath these dense sheets, my body seemed to tremble under the evident heat the sheets provided. Not like how I felt lying beside the wolf back downstairs and I found myself craving its warmth, which actually surprised me. I had felt safe against it, and it just felt....right. It was like I belonged there; like if I

"How could two parents be this cruel? For the sake of your nephew, you abandoned your own son, who has a congenital heart condition, inside a sauna. "Do you know how hot it was? No one with a heart condition could survive one hundred fifty degrees, especially after being locked inside. If you didn't want him, you could have given him to me. Rachel loves Micah. There was no reason to torture him." Dad kept his head lowered under the criticism, but something Daniel said made him look up.

The heat coursed through my veins, amplifying every pulse, every breath; my body was a taut string ready to snap at the slightest provocation. It had been a year—twelve endless months since I'd felt the warmth of another body against mine. The last encounter had been nothing but hollow, a fleeting moment spent with a woman who was just another face in a crowded club. But Maya? She was different. She wasn’t just another pretty girl; she was a force of nature, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she belonged to me, and me alone.

Her small body was pressed tightly against mine, that literally her chest almost squished against my neck, her hips brushing against my stomach. The warmth of her body was a stark contrast to the cold water drenching everything else.