{Rylee’s P.O.V.} Time stood still as I listened to Dylan take his last breath, hot tears blurring my vision and weighing down my head as I wept. Seeing him lying lifeless on the ground seemed like a bad dream. It was a grim reminder that being the most powerful werewolf to ever exist didn’t mean I could save everyone or exclude me from heartache, as my life has taught me time and again. Hoping that the Pattersons and Morgan would be the only casualties tonight was foolish on my part. What I still couldn’t wrap my head around was that I didn’t see Dylan die in my premonition. I didn’t get one of him at all. It was how I knew that I was never meant to save him. Dylan was supposed to die tonight, as horrible as that may sound. It didn’t mean that it hurt any less. D
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