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Tiberii · 3/5/2026, 3:00 AM

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Cold seeped into her veins, threatening the fire that normally fueled her. The whipping wind burned her eyes, freezing her tears to the edges of her lids as tiny icicles. F-fuck, she repeated roughly, her lungs aching as she inhaled, her breath practically frozen in the back of her throat. The subtle lacing of fear tightened around the base of her throat as her fur prickled along her name.

The wind howled with ghoulish delight.

And she pressed on, forcing her body through the torrent of winds toward the small outcropping of trees that materialized ahead of her. There was no way, no fucking way, she was going to let this damn squall best her. Not after everything else she survived — this would be the most anticlimactic, abysmally boring way she could ever end her life.

Freezing to death?

Hell no.

Finally, she found the outcropping of trees, practically collapsing against the ice-chilled bark. It was a piss-poor welcome, for the frigid trunk creaked horribly against her weight, the dead wood threatening collapse. But Tiberii would puff a sigh of relief, for the wind seemed to die down ever so minutely, but the other part of her still grappled with the delirium of cold. Her muscles had already begun to tremble as she tried to warm herself.

Her jaw began to chatter, her teeth clicking.

Clicking and clacking and snapping and ... wait ... snapping?

Before she could process that not all of the sounds around her were pained cries from her body, it was too late. The soft sprinkle of flaking wood was her final warning before a deafening snap sounded over the gale. And then something heavy hit her, the concussive force knocking her down into the bed of snow beneath her in a single, swift blow. The remaining bit of frozen air seeped out of her lips in a pathetic wheeze as she shoved back against her assailant.

Well this was more exciting than simply freezing to death, at least.

G-get t-tha f-f-fuck off! Her voice boomed, body shuffling wildly and spraying snow as she weaseled her way out from beneath the mass atop her. Finally, she withdrew, fire lighting her eyes despite the freeze in her bones as she glared toward the crumpled red frame, decorated with snow and bits of tree bark. She wore a snarl on her lips, her fangs flashing as she opened her jaws to fight.

And that was when her stomach would drop, and the fire in her eyes would still. Her face would quiet quicker than it ever had before, and though the storm around her raged ... she heard nothing. She felt nothing.

She knew him. She knew him anywhere, even though it had been months since he'd died.

Shiloh? His name, one she'd not heard herself speak in months, coiled with a warm familiarity on her tongue. Once booming, the bull was now gentle. Frozen, perhaps.

It was delirium, wasn't it? The cold? She'd fucking died, hadn't she?

And so she stood there, stricken and stoic ... stilled by a strange apathy that guarded the edges of a dangerous floodgate.

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