---- I tried to cover my head, but the hail kept falling. Harder. Louder. And I broke. I started sobbing. Not because of the heartbreak. Not because of the betrayal. Just because... the hailstones really, really hurt. I stumbled forward, blinded by tears and blood. Then-darkness. The kind that doesn't come from rain or night-but from something inside you finally giving up. Somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed. Red lights blinked in the fog like fading stars. Someone was crying. A familiar voice. ---- "What happened?! She had a week left! Just a week! Why now?!" The voice was shaking. It was the healer's. I wanted to answer. To tell him not to cry. But I couldn't speak. My ribs ached. Something was pressing down on my chest. I realized-he was doing CPR. Chest compressions. Again and again. Pain. So much pain. I wanted to scream. But my lungs refused to fill. Healer... please... it hurts... let me go. My wolf lay curled in agony. Her coat dull, lifeless. Her body shivering. The monitor flattened. ---- Just like that, I was gone. Time of death: June 1st, 5:00 a.m. Age: 28. The moment I was pronounced dead, my body was transferred. Jane's Institute received me at dawn. I was wheeled into their lab. And frozen.