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chapter one hundred twenty-seven

**POV Eleanor**

Amber just lowered her head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Eleanor..."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, breathless, not knowing what to do. I held tightly to the metal bars but slipped accidentally.

She looked at my hands, full of cuts and scars. I was a mess, not having bathed in over seven days, with my hair tangled and dirty with sweat. The smell of my body was intense and foul, to the point where others avoided me with disgust. I hadn't died of malnutrition because my wolf, Roxy, used her strength to heal my wounds. She was so weak from constantly giving me her energy that she was always sleeping.

"I'm sorry, Eleanor," she repeated, crying. "I warned you to be more careful. I tried everything to keep you alive, but you sabotaged yourself, and now, I can't do anything more for you!" Amber said seriously, wiping the tears that ran down her face.

"Amber... no..." I reached out to her, but it was in vain. She looked away and covered herself again with the hood so no on
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