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Chapter 40
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2022-02-03 01:35:05LYRA
James slept in his own room last night, giving Andrew and I some space to say goodbye. I spent most of the night crying and begging for him not to go. A feeling in the pit of my stomach mad this excursion to find Cain feel dangerous and wrong. I tried to explain this feeling to Andrew, and he dismissed it, saying that it was the mate bond making me feel that way. But this feeling was deeper, but without a vision of the future I could not win. So, instead of spending our last night together in each other’s arms we spent it fighting.
Every item I could get my hands on I threw across the room, aiming for Andrew’s head. But he skillfully caught each item and sat it down gently beside him, which only made my frustration grow. What was the point of being a Silver Wolf if no one would listen to reason?
“Did you have a vision?” Andrew asks, rubbing the sides of my arms. “Is that why you do not want me to go?”
“I do
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