[42.1] THE 8TH NIGHT WOLF (part-three)

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This bond we share, Adeline. No being can break. Neither men nor gods.

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[SHADE SHADOWS]

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In the market.

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Xirrian states.

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My fingers shake even as I write this. I cannot contain the excitement coursing through me. It is relief and emotion much too intricate to simply describe.

I found her.

I found her—

I found her.

My beloved. All that I am, all that I wish to be. All that is.

I have her in my court this very moment. My wolf, my being, aches to be with her, but I must account for the moment. If only so that it is raw and genuine, and if only to give her space.

I confess I feel I have suffocated her already.

It is as the Mage Wolf predicted.

The market is where I found her.

In the cold streets of Thal, in the region of the Ice Wolf. It has been 2 years since my encounter with the mage.

It is hard to describe—the emotion...

The bond is far stronger than I ever perceived. Ah, it flows through me like a river, laden with all the good thin