This was how things had always been between us. Dax reflected as he gazed at his former best friend.
Back when we had wandered around without a pack, back when we found, or rather, had been found by a pack, this very one that we have bled for, lost many things for.
Back when we fought beside each other and bled on the same training grounds.
It had always been like this.
We never lied to each other.
Were never afraid of each other.
We had been as one.
A single being who, for some unknown reason, had been born into two different bodies.
That was how we had seen ourselves.
Two who were one.
Until that vixen came along.
That woman. Arianna.
Dax stared at Corien’s bowed head for a protracted moment.
“Come,” he commanded without looking at anyone, turning on his heel.
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