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The king came careening around the corner, looking every inch like the madman he was rumored to be. His long hair was matted and unkept, his beard long and shaggy. His body was thin and boney, a bare shadow of the great, handsome man he once was. His sage green eyes were bright and feverish as he ran to the table, and toppled over a chair in his excitement. “She’s alive!”
Avery froze, his cup of coffee halfway to his mouth, “Pardon?”
“My daughter! She is still alive! I felt her! I felt her wolf! My baby is alive!”
Avery carefully placed his cup on the saucer and folded his napkin. “My king, I’m afraid you are mistaken. You know that our dear little Bella perished in the crash with our Luna.” He shot a nervous glance across the table to his wife. Her mouth was pressed
