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Aidan dropped the sandy wolf to the ground with a sickening smack and ran over to me. “Endora, are you okay?” Prescott ran to his sister and checked her for injuries. “Yes … I … I’m fine …” she stuttered and fell to her knees next to me. Blood spilled out from the bite and all down Bradley’s neck and shirt and my legs. But I didn’t give a damn. Bradley had saved Endora’s life, and I had no clue why. “He bit into his carotid artery.” Prescott bent down and checked the marks. “There’s so much blood.” Aidan whimpered and licked his brother’s face. “It’s okay,” Bradley said in a low, raspy voice, the words almost indistinguishable. “I finally understand.” “What do you mean?” I asked on Aidan’s behalf. “She’s my fated mate.” He coughed and grasped his neck. “I always thought I’d kill he
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