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... ailed separation ritual, were spent in a state of unrest.
And by unrest, I meant I avoided Maeve like the plague.
I could hardly sleep at night, or eat, or blink, or go a single second without nearly tearing myself apart for losing my sanity before Maeve.
She wasn’t supposed to find out about that — I’d long since been diagnosed by Revierre for having a restless wolf as a result of the distance between myself and my fated mate.
Or at least, that was what we though ...
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