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Shadow Wolf iii
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2021-10-02 01:00:30~ Lochlan was barely holding on. His breathing was erratic and his pulse was irregular. Marx had an all-night vigil, watching him, hoping he would wake up. It was the most painful experience, watching someone you love suffering on their deathbed. He thought about ending it, about putting Lochlan out of his suffering, but he couldn't. Marx hoped some miracle would happen.
He wanted to rage, break things. Hunt down Sven and do what he should have done years ago. But he had made a promise. On her deathbed, Celeste had made him promise he wouldn't live a life full of hate, narrowed by vengeance. As she lay bleeding and dying in his arms, he had made the promise. Now Sven had taken someone else he loved. Lochlan was closer to a son for him than any of the others. To see him like this...
Marx left to take a walk to the cliffs. When he needed to clear his head,
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