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<p>Aella's POV</p>
<p>The days were going as terribly as Aella had anticipated after Logan left for the south. On the night after he had left for Louve's home pack, she had skipped dinner, locking herself up in the room to cry herself to sleep. Fear and hopelessness had gripped her heart with its merciless claws, and she had felt like she would never be right again.</p>
<p>Even in her dreams that night the fear hadn't let her go. She had tossed and turned on the bed as nightmares had populated her dreams. Black swirling smoke had morphed into faceless beasts hunting her down in a dark wood, and the face of the beasts had in turn transformed into Logan, standing far away from her with a deep dark chasm between them. </p>
<p>Her tattoo had burned like that day Logan had been torturing the rogue wolf. And coupled with the fact that she was feeling the physical strain of having being so far away for him for so long, she felt as though she was hanging by a very loose thread.</p>
<p>The next morning, she had woken up feeling like a shipwreck victim. She was barely able to drag herself out of bed and walk to the dining room for breakfast without having her bath first. The dining room had been empty and she had turned to go back to the room when Louve had appeared as though from nowhere. The other woman too had seemed in a subdued mood, but Aella had been too wrapped up in her own head to take much notice.</p>
<p>After breakfast Aella had walked back to the room. Midway there she had overheard two maids talking about the rogue wolf that was captured. They had said something about his tattoo, about how it was crescent shaped and how it seemed to be the symbol of whichever pack he came from.</p>
<p>The fear in Aella's heart had spread even farther after hearing that. She had run into her room and locked the door securely behind her, breathing heavily as though she was being chased. </p>
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