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Delilah. “Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” I say to Rachel as we walk alongside the path. The Hellhound pack is massive, it is greater than anything that I have ever seen but I can only concentrate on one thing. “You know…I saw him when I connected to my wolf, he said something about our bond. I couldn’t understand.” I say and Rachel stops walking. “You have been talking about Thorn since we started walking. Would you have even searched for your identity if he forgave you for that Brad thing?” Rachel asks. “I wouldn’t have come here. I have been called a curse all my life. I was scared of finding out if I’m truly a curse.” I say; raising my hand, my delicate fingers forming a shield against the soft, golden cascade of the evening sun. “You are more than a Luna of the Moonsdale