“I did it because some pitiful part of my heart thought they were mine. Stupid, stupid girl.” Tears rolled down her face. My jaguar was pushing forward again, and I could hear her heartbeat. It was irregular, beating slower with each ragged breath she dragged into her lungs. The venom was shutting down her body. We couldn’t save our mate, even if we wanted to. Pain speared my heart as it shattered and white-hot grief filled my body. We could have carried her weight through the jungle without breaking a sweat. She shouldn’t have a mark on her skin, or a blister on her foot. She had five mates,
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