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And his heart shattered into one million little pieces.

Scarlet and fragile, see-through, made of glass as it dropped out of his chest and crashed against the floor. But such a feeling was merely represented by a blank expression, face, eyes, maw, untelling of the sorrow that had just swept through him. Disemboweled and destroyed him. A blink of sea-hued eyes brought him back, however.

I see, Frederick choked out. Words struggled to find him. I last saw him-—Forever ago. A lifetime ago—-the day before he left. A year ago. So who knew if he was even still alive? If he was the same wolf that Frederick had grew, survived, alongside? Who he had witnessed his father's death with? Was he the same boy?

Did Adrian even know of their mothers knew husband, Hearst? No, he did not think so. And a weary look grew upon his face, then, as he searched the eyes of Akavir. Careful, though sorrowful. I worry I may be wasting my time, he said.

Looking for him, I mean. A nod. Slow.

Regretful.