EmilyI gazed at Larson momentarily before shifting my attention to Carlton."How are you feeling, Emily?" Larson repeated, his tone more insistent, as if my answer held great significance."Headache, bodily pain, aching chest, and a sense of emptiness, as if all joy has been drained from me," I articulated, my voice heavy with the weight of my experience. His expression registered a hint of sorrow."Jake’s wolf must have clung on tightly," Larson remarked."And your wolf?" he inquired, prompting me to remember Nia."Nia? Nia?" I attempted to reach out to my wolf, but only silence greeted me. There was no connection. I turned to the Shaman, shaking my head in dismay. He stepped back, a trace of sadness in his eyes."You should have contented yourself with the mark, Luna Emily," he expressed regret, resuming his seat. With Carlton's assistance, I managed to sit up, my mouth parched and in need of water. Carlton rose to retrieve a glass of water from the dispenser."Why do you say that?
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