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“There’s nothing wrong with you,” the alpha chuckled as the two of them drank ale on his porch a few days after he returned from his hearing. “And before you ask, no, you’re not dying even if it feels that way.”
“That’s what Damian said, too.”
“I bet,” the wolf rolled his eyes.
“What should I do?” he asked quietly.
The older alpha turned to him, and in the way that only Azariel can, stretched out his arm and let his hand fall heavy on his shoulder.
“Be smarter than me,” the alpha told him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just— ah, whenever you feel that way, just roll with it,” the alpha said as his hand pinched his shoulder. “Maybe even enjoy it?”
“Enjoy feeling like dying?” he frowned.
“Ah, f**k, Sebastian, just— do yourself a favor and don’t fight it, okay?”
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