The curtains had been drawn, candles lit on almost every surface, and it gave the space a solemn ambience befitting the moment. Not ready to look at the bed where my beloved friend and pack sister lay, I gazed around the place I’d spent so many hours in. Echoes of memories flittered about in my mind, and it tugged on my heart strings because I truly, and deeply, loved Jasmine. Our connection had been almost instant, two hearts reaching out, and rejoicing in finding one another. Similar in age and tastes, our friendship had steadily grown until we became inseparable—in thoughts and actions. Mason would laugh so hard each time we finished each other’s sentences, and would groan over the antics we’d get up to. He always shared how good it felt that we were close, easing a burden I never knew he carried. He worried over his sister, afraid she’d be lonely if his future mate didn’t recognize the importance Jasmine held in his life. Back in the room, something pulled me toward the bookshelf which was crammed—filled with some of Jasmine’s favorite reads.
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