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Belen wished to comfort him.

Crowfeather laughed.

How? The warm gold in his eyes shifted to her. His voice had been frayed. How can you comfort me? There could not be a way to drive away his pain. There could be nothing she could give to him that would mend his wounded heart. The shadow did not have a right to feel the way that he did. He had allowed himself to hold onto fanciful dreams, ideas of Germanicus and a life that – to Crowfeather – they could have lived together.

Weariness overcame him again. Tears and tortured steps had emptied his vessel of any remaining strength.

There are better wolves… who deserve the comfort you can offer.