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Chapter seventeen

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Aiden dropped down onto his knees. He could feel it, he could feel the little bit of strings that held Layla’s and his bond in place, finally break. He knew the last bit of their bond wasn’t broken by the betrayal, but by something far worse … death. The coldness that filled him and the rest of the pack members was dreadful. Aiden fell onto his knees, the wight of it all, pushing him down. Aiden had done it, he had followed the elder’s orders, he killed her. He killed Layla. The rest of the pack members that stood behind to fend off Aiden from crossing the borders when he was still in his rampage were all silent. They could also feel the absence of Layla. They had drawn the same conclusion as Aiden did.

Aiden got off the ground, he had wounds from fighting his brothers and the vampires, but he couldn’t even realize the pain as the great emptiness of Layla was all that he could sense. He step forward, walking towards the boarder. He knew what he had to do; he knew he had to make this r
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