ssa

of my death and the joy of my rebirth

ng arms caught me-cedar, and

te coat, Dr. Foster, was checking my vitals. Across from

oice in my head, ed

g me? I answered th

ure out what you are, you're

e: he was spooked. The bond was

e, closed my eyes,

. His men carried me to my room and were

felt unreal. I was

e delicate skin-a souvenir from my last life, from

My mother, Luna Elea

bed, to the fresh scar on my

nguish, and threw herself at my bedside.

ught I had tried to kill mys

rfect. This misunderstandin

nd let the tears come. They weren't fake. The

I reached

life, our bond was strained. I never understood ho

baby. It's my fault. I pushed you too hard. We won't

rmth and drank in the love

ow. His power, and my mother's guilt, would be my fi

er maid knocked to say

hiding the scar. The Pack doctor pronounced me me

elf and fed me spoonful by spoonful, h

cause I knew, from this moment on, the

Constantine on the other end, and through it I sent him

a beautiful vip

let her talk, dodging ever

life, I will

outside the door. Then a

omething happen

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