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... hough I couldn’t speak.
My spirit hovered in the corner of Julian’s office, watching him. Cold. Composed. The Alpha mask firmly in place.
Would he feel anything when he heard I was gone? Even a flicker of pain through the bond that had once burned between us?
Would he grieve?
We had shared over twenty years of life together. Childhood hunts under the moon, whispered promises beside the training grounds, the first spark of the bond that flared the night I turned ei ...
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