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Leila’s POV: Pain. It’s been my constant companion for the last seven years, so you’d think I’d have grown used to it. Mostly I have. Mostly. But this is something else entirely. This pain is worse than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. Worse than anything I could ever imagine. Worse than can coherently be put into words. Originating somewhere deep inside of me, I can feel an agony like nothing I’ve ever endured before. The feeling only equated to that of something being torn away. Something vital needed for my survival was being torn out of me. Violently. In my head, Luna finally stirs after time apart, but all I hear from her is the sound of when she howls miserably, the broken sounds of it knifing through me and contributing to the pain I can already feel building inside me. Sh