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I gulped down everything in the tumbler and then refilled it and gulped it down again, my chest and throat burning. I didn't even know that fire had died down in the hearth.

The fire was barely glowing. No heat. No comfort. Just there. Like it couldn’t decide whether to die or fight a little longer. I didn’t feel warmth from it—couldn’t, honestly. Right now I didn't know if it was Faelan and his brother ruling the pack or me because no matter how I tried to drive out the image out ...