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Their screams of terror echoed in my head.

I’m scared

Mama…I’m scared

“Selene.”

The flinch from Raizel’s sudden touch startles him. He watches me in minutely surprise, but then frowns in realization. His expression softens and I find myself in his arms, his big, firm hand brushing my hair back and away from my face.

“Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

The shaky breath I take in is bordering pathetic and I hate it. I resent the panic that still bubbles up in the depths of my chest when I think of that day. It’s a testament to how little I actually changed-

“Stop.”

Raizel tightens his grip on me,

“You and I both know that isn’t true.”

The conviction in his tone wasn’t something I could argue. He whole heartedly believed that and to an extent, so did I. He was right. My self-doubt would only ruin everything. I won’t let these unreasonable thoughts shatter the new beginnings we were trying to nourish. So I nod, and turn back to the gates.

A small tinge of unease settles in my chest.

Isaac wasn’t faring any better.

Our bond is still, undisturbed, but his face is a different matter. The color from his skin drained until he was pale in the face. He stands there, looking at the entrance to the home he lost, and I start to feel the grief seep back into him. I know not to touch him right now, so I offer him what I could.

I send a wave of comfort to both him and his wolf.

I notice the minute he felt it. His back stiffens the tiniest bit before his muscles

He sent one back.

“Let’s go.”

I whisper, lacing my hand through my mate’s.

go

lax.

Williams had given us permission to enter and survey around Duskfall. He’d been too busy to attend with us but sent some of his men over to make sure everything went well. Half of their members were staying out side on guard as the others went with us.

wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see when we get there. The burning of houses and the aftermath of the attack on Duskfall hadn’t left me much hope on what we could salvage.

I hoped to find at least one building still standing.

heavy gates pulled open excruciatingly slow. Isaac was starting to feel impatient. His wolf prowled around in his head, pacing

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pulled open I wasn’t surprised to see him immediately step inside. He didn’t wait for anyone else as

about our histories. It hadn’t changed how any of us saw each other, but it did garner a new type of understanding among all of us. A better sense of camaraderie, if

going into Duskfall. He felt like he was intruding, he told me as much. I hadn’t tried to convince him otherwise. I could certainly see

into the heart of Duskfall around twelve minutes in, we began to see the remains of the attack on every passing building. There’d been rubble laying around the grounds. Scorch marks that never faded from the standing houses and

“Look around,”

the other warriors that went along with

care if you see jewelry, or anything else,

second longer before they go off in different directions, doing as Raizel bid them to. I was far too taken by the fact was actually standing here

so was the community center. I can

squeeze as we walked by Alpha Thompson’s

was gone but the outer walls of the

few of the smaller houses made

of which,

saw

it hadn’t been through

throat

*mbush.

and nearly perfect with the only flaws being the broken down door and windows and a few stray scorch marks on

father’s house. I didn’t stop him, but I did tighten my

“It’s still there.”

into so many times. It almost felt

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and a cup of tea.

Look! I watered the

my attention back

you want to go

probably looking at whatever’s left of his father. He’d want to scavenge what he could alone. This was his moment

I shook my head,

“No,”

a short

to look at

few minutes felt like hours. I wondered if any of his flowers made it. If any

hoped at

turned a corner, I had to hold my

garden filled with numerous types of flowers was nowhere in sight. There weren’t any lavenders, irises, sunflowers… no roses in the wide plains. The only thing left behind was the over-infestation of weeds. That, and even more rubble. The battered watering can I used so often laid over the ground, tipped over. My heart sunk to my feet. I knew it was

but hold onto

going to