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Lino took a few steps towards Eleanor's cell and he crouched down to really take a look at the woman he had nearly spent his life with. The woman he had spent everyday defending and caring for.

The woman he had let pacify him on his tough days. The woman in whose arms he had cried when he had lost Cassy.

The woman he had once mated with and marked as his Luna.

The woman who killed Cassy and their child.

"Eleanor," he said, voice thick and heavy with emotions. Rage, disgust, hatred, pity.

She dashed forward, reaching through the bars of the gate to cup his cheeks, honey brown eyes wide with despair and desperation. "Lino. My love. I need you to understand that I would never do anything to harm you. I love you. What I did, I did for us. That woman is using you, and manipulating you."

Lino's hands lifted and his fingers curled around hers. She smiled softly as he held her fingers, but she soon screamed when he squeezed it hard enough to break every delicat