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"You can hear her? Em?” I asked carefully, hoping I wouldn't step on his toes or push him deeper in the dark pit he didn't seem to be able to crawl out.
He let out a heavy breath. "I can. She's waiting for me up there..." He paused, cracking his neck and stretching his shoulders. "I can't hear her now."
A lump appeared in my throat. Poor Aspen. "You can't?"
He shook his head, sadness painted over his face. "Not without my necklace. It's both... Liberating and lonely."
"What kind of things does she say? If you don't mind me asking..."
He rubbed a spot on his chest, the one where his necklace usually rested. "She usually talks to my wolf."
I waited, wondering if he was going to elaborate or that was all I'd get out of him. Nope. Silence it was. "Does your wolf talk to you when you
