'I want to die. If he dies, I will die with him.' This thought always seems to run through my mind day and night. A lot of mates have been separated through death. The one left alive could live through a strong will. But not me, I...I can't do this anymore.He sleeps as silent as a dead male, that I keep checking to see the rise and fall of his chest. Perhaps he dreams of vast fields and flowers, maybe even me and pups. But all I dream of is his dying eyes and his soul saying its last goodbye.More months have passed and Deimos hasn't woken up. At this point, wolves are losing faith, the halls filled with their never-ending chatter of his coming death. I try to remain strong as I walk past them, but for every word they say there's a crack on my wall.His health is deteriorating. They i
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