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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.

Isaac was starting to feel impatient. His wolf prowled around in his head, pacing back and forth as they waited for the signal to

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I wasn’t surprised to see him immediately step inside. He didn’t wait for anyone else as he strode his way

filled in about our histories. It hadn’t changed how any of

Noah wanted to give Isaac space. I knew he wasn’t comfortable with the idea of going into Duskfall. He felt like he was intruding, he told me as much. I hadn’t tried

the attack on every passing building. There’d been rubble laying around the grounds. Scorch marks that never faded from the standing houses and whatever was left of the other structures, gutted

“Look around,”

other warriors that went along with

make note of. I don’t care if you see jewelry, or anything else, you don’t touch it. It is

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 to

were a lot of houses that burned down, but there were others that remained for the most part, intact. The library had been burned down to the very end, so was the community center. I can still

heart gave a squeeze as we walked by Alpha

the second floor was gone but the outer walls

few of the smaller houses made it

which, was Bentley’s

minute I saw the small

it hadn’t been through

the woods, my throat tightened. It looked so

*mbush.

with the only flaws being the broken down door and windows and a few

had naturally gravitated toward his father’s house. I didn’t stop him,

“It’s still there.”

walked into so many times. It almost felt as

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with a warm smile and a cup of tea. Lila would be running

Look! I

brush of Raizel’s fingers over my cheek brings my attention back to him. He

you want

want to scavenge what he could alone. This was his moment of closer, it

I shook my head,

“No,”

give a short

to look

the whole journey there. What was a few minutes felt like hours. I wondered if any of his flowers made it. If any of them remained and hadn’t died without Bentley’s tender care. The roses

hoped at least those made

I had

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 nearly impossible to hope for any of his flowers

can’t help but hold onto it against the

to