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let you die. I won’t let you die.” My mind raced over dates that we would never have as I watched him bleed onto my lap. I was crying.
    “I-I-I—” He couldn’t finish whatever he was trying to say.
    “Hush, save your strength. We need to get you out of here,” I consoled him.
    I could hear the growling and snapping coming from around me. The shots had stopped coming. I wasn’t paying much attention, but there were no more bullets. The wolves sounded angry as I held the man in my arms and sobbed over him.
    “I’m going to save you,” I promised him.
    I could smell the silver in his wound. The monsters had been out to kill him. They had succeeded, and I had no idea why we had found ourselves in this situation.
    “Fynna.” He was calling my name and his eyes were closing. I could hear his breath growing ragged and strained.
    “You’re going to live. We’re going to save you. I promise.” I told him, and hoped against all hope that I could keep that promise.
    “It will be all right,” he said, fighting against his dying breath.
    One of the other shifters put her hand on my shoulder as I cried over the loss of the man in my arms. A part of me wouldn’t face the fact that he was dying. I knew what she was going to say and I shielded him with my body.
    “You won’t do this!” I demanded that she respect my wishes. “We can save him.” I wasn’t going to hear any insistence to put him out of his misery.
    “I’m trying to save him. You have to let me help him.” Her voice was soft, almost as if she felt sorry for me.
    I was dragged away from him, my grief keeping me from really doing anything other than reaching for him. I wanted to scream at her to leave him alone as she poked at his wound, but it was too much. I was too tired to fight against what felt like a thousand arms holding me back. Maybe she would keep her word. Maybe she would be able to save him. I didn’t know how she was going to do it. There were no bandages, nothing to give first aid with.
    “I can save him.” Still her face looked sad.
    “What do you need?” The voice came from behind me.
    “Someone will have to give.”
    “I’ll do it. I’ll die to save him.” I was sobbing, kneeling on the ground.
    “You won’t die,” she promised me and for some reason I trusted her. “You will be bound to him. When one of you dies the other will. It will be the way of things. Can you live with that?”
    “Yes.” I didn’t even have to think about it.
    She reached toward me. “Come here.”
    I stood, my legs wobbled under me as I walked toward her. She started to chant. I couldn’t understand the words and I started to understand. This was magic. I had witnessed it from a distance, but I had never been so close, never been a part of the mystical ritual that she was starting. She pulled something out of her bag. It was a green powder – no, it was bits of leaves that she sprinkled over my head, then over his wound. I didn’t understand. I don’t think I will ever understand what happened, what I volunteered to do. She continued to chant and I watched her work in awe, still not a hundred percent sure that I could trust what was going on. Still we didn’t have much time.
    “Pull the bullet out,” she ordered me.
    “How?”
    “However you need to.” Her voice was soft. “You need to be the one to do this.”
    “Okay,” I mumbled as I looked up at her. I tried to stick my finger in the wound. I couldn’t feel anything, but Devin began to writhe and moan in pain. “I can’t do it. I can’t find it.” I started to sob uncontrollably, but someone handed me a knife. I was surrounded by solemn silence as I used the knife to widen the wound. I could see the bullet now. It was in one of his organs. That was why he was dying. “Is that his heart?”
    “Yes, you have to hurry now.” The witch’s voice was gentle yet firm.
    “I’ll do it.”
    I could hear the rest of the group draw in a collective breath. I reached into his