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Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss.
What will I do without Sylvester?
Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?
Rudy falls to his knees beside me, shielding me with his body and grounding me in comfort as my body struggles to adapt to this new information. Sly is gone, missing.
But that doesn’t mean he’s dead.
I sent my wolf along the connection between my mate and me, and she came back with the report that the link is still there, but he is blocked somehow.
“I can still hear
