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Rafe.

Malia can’t take her eyes off of the dead Lycan. A small smile sits on her face. Day by day her darkness seems to be seeping out a little more.

“Do you know him?” I ask.

“He was one of them.” Her eyes hover on the belt buckle around his waist. His trousers had started to split from the shift, but he had been killed before he could complete it. Though the belt buckle remained in place. Sh