“No. No, no. Flower, what is this?” I’m afraid—truly afraid for the first time. “Why does the mark bring death? It shouldn’t be like this. We’re a pair. It can’t be like this!” “Hold on, my girl. Everything will be fine, hear me?” He makes me not close my eyes—fight, you’re strong, I remember. I squeeze the hand growing cold and kiss those gentle fingers that, once upon a time, slapped me hard. “Live, my girl, only live. I swear to you—I’ll find the one who did this to us.” “Get away from her, out of here! Don’t you dare come near her!” The wolves drive me away from my mate. I want to tear through them because being far apart is unbearable. But before I can take a step, I hear the voice of a young girl. “There’s a spell on him. He’s innocent.”