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... olden-eyed wolf as his fingers constricted around my neck. Every second delivered diminishing air, dwindling hope. My sight faded at the borders, shadows advancing like poured ink. I was unable to breathe. Unable to talk. Unable to scream.
*I am unable to die. Not at the moment. Not in this way.*
Images raced through my mind as I fought—Mom’s grin on that final morning before she left me, Asher’s icy gaze when he prioritized power over our connection, Maya’s unwavering loyalty. L ...
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