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Delilah I have lost it. How can he still be alive? I cannot even shed tears from these eyes of mine. I am sick of wetting them with tears, it’s enough. It doesn’t make any sense, he isn’t a hybrid or an advanced kind of wolf to beat the laws of death. So, why does the moon goddess favor Brad so much? I had to leave the pack house to think. I couldn’t stay there with Maddy’s whining, Angel’s advice and Thorn’s judgment. It is just too much to bear in one day and to top it all, that damn Brad is alive. It is getting dark but I just don’t care. I have gotten used to the silence and nothing really matters anymore. Should I just stay here for the night? I think to myself, looking at my adopted mother’s lamp which kept the room dim. Usually, I like to drown my troubles by painting my fears a