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Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [7/?]
Vilkas said nothing and stayed curled inside his brother’s arms. He couldn’t believe it.
Skjoll is dead.
He missed him.
He thought of what happened.
“I should have transformed. I should have saved him.”
He hid his tears in Farkas’s chest.
He thought of her platinum curls in the air. He shivered.
Skjoll is dead.
He should’ve listened to Skjor.
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