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I was sick of the paddock. The sun didnt seem to have the same bright shine to it and the grass seemed a little less green. 

Lupe's death weighed on me. Heavily. 

I sighed, suddenly feeling more tired than I could ever remember. She picked up on the change of mood from the uncontrolable anger to sorrow.

"You miss him, Don't you Tyler?" she murmured

"We should head west. there's usually deer around there. Pick some off then follow to the river to the hunter camp.. figure it out from there. Sound good?"

I didn't wait for her response switched to my wolf form and just ran. I refused to let myself think of him. I refused to let myself hurt for him. Lupe would understand wouldn't he?

Hell. What do I care. there's no heaven for wolves. 

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