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Their forests are beautiful, yes plural. I may have procrastinated a little. Sorry I am not in a rush to see mommy dearest. I honestly do not care what her reasons were for leaving me; they were not good enough. Cole has been a sweetheart on agreeing not to pressure me into getting me to talk. I can still tell that he is worried about me. I have been on guard lately. Although he has marked me, Malka is still mated to Marcus and can still feel his discretions. I hate that she feels everything. We have been walking for hours, then suddenly I have this sudden feeling of dread. The stench of death invades my nose. Ahead there is a c*****e left of what used to be a village, burned bodies are everywhere; men, women…… children. It is too much that is takes my breath away, “What, what
