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Chapter 115
Michael stared at the ceiling.
Numb.
He was completely and utterly numb.
He hadn’t felt anything since being dragged back to the pack house. He barely even remembered the journey, or even getting here. One minute he was holding his beautiful Kimberly in his arms, the next Jack and Luca were dragging him through the corridor to his room. All he could see was her… his love… dead. Torn open. When he closed his eyes that’s all he saw. When the room was dark… that’s what he saw. When the curtains let in light. Yeah, her. Dead. The image was plastered on his eyelids no matter what he did.
He knew he’d have to leave her soon. Knew their days were numbered but he’d always thought… Always hoped that maybe he could se
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