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REYES

M y whole world is pain and absence.

The absence of something essential.

I start to shift out of pain and adrenaline alone, but not even my lycan form is strong enough to pull me out of this stupor. I’m hauled onto the back of a horse and I feel the strong arms of someone else holding me up, a pang of agony shooting through me as we start to canter.

“Easy, buddy,” a voice says. “I’ve got you.”

Grant. Grant is here, despite my instructions.

I try to tell him he wasn’t supposed to come, but I can’t seem to even form the words. I sense three others as well, catching glimpses of them from the corners of my eyes. Elijah, Frankie, and Charlotte.

Someone is missing.

“Tilda” I groan.

No one hears me.