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I drew my wolf closer to the surface, begging her for her strength once more. To help me fight the demons of our friend.
She trembled in her approach, her tail swinging tentatively from one side to the other. She was terrified, just like me, but I wasn’t about to let that stop us. There was no time to be petrified in fear, no excuse to not stand up for Aspen’s soul. I couldn’t let the voices get to him, to fill him with the desire of death.
I searched inside myself, desperate to find what they wanted. Memories of Ashleigh, but I pushed them away. I’d give them anything, but not that. Not the softness of her touch, the warmth of her voice. The faces of my friends came to the surface, but they wouldn’t do. It didn’t have anything Aspen couldn’t give them. I dug deeper, through the wall
