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That is, in fact, a lie. On your part. Every single chapter I have to fix your weird spacing… another reason why Apple Pages is better than Google Docs, hm.

Also, I’m EXCRUCIATINGLY sorry for how long my chapter is taking me. I’m finding it oddly hard to write at the moment and I don’t want to write something that I’ll later regret and hate, so it’s taking a while. Sorry again. :/

- President Loki is having a hard time

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-CROW/HJK

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Waning Unity

Chapter Thirty-Two

Lume, now freed with slight hesitation by Milkweed, lifted into a sitting position, hanging her head as tears rolled down her face. "I'm so sorry," she wept, unable to lift her gaze and meet Fraser's eye. He was at her side in an instant and leaning into her. His tail swished over her back in a comforting motion.

"It's alright," he whispered to her, the soft smile still on his face. "You're back now. That's all that matters."

Milkweed cleared her voice quietly. "There is still something else to take care of," she murmured, tossing her head in the direction of a bloodied shape in the distance. New tears welled in Lume's eyes at the evidence of what she had done to Fawn. "I'm so sorry," she repeated with a shuddering breath, screwing her eyes closed. "Lume," Fraser said calmly, "It's going to be alright." She opened her eyes again and looked down at the wolf smiling up at her. He stood to his feet, touching his forehead to hers before padding towards Fawn's corpse with Milkweed.

Boa, now with Harrier and Mushroom awake but groggy, led the other two to the spot Fawn's body lay. There was a somber, silent moment before Mushroom tilted her head back and released a high, mellow note. The others joined in one by one singing a chord of grief and loss. Lume sat at a distance, watching with drooped ears and a bowed head. She did this; she was unworthy to sing Fawn's essence to the ancestors.

The once-red essence that had filled the young wolf's body lightened to blue before threading off and crawling into the sky. She expected it to keep climbing higher until Fawn's essence rested in the Forever Grounds, but it only hovered in the sky a moment before drifting back down again, the swirling wisps making out the frame of Fawn, standing and watching his pack mates send him off.

None of the other wolves reacted, none except Fraser, so both he and Lume watched Fawn's spirit pad until it stopped and sat next to the spirit of Wildflower. When the howling had ended, and Fawn had been buried, the remaining wolves looked at one another, forming a semi-circle around Fraser.

"... You aren't staying, are you?" he asked quietly. Milkweed sighed, touching her forehead to Fraser. "There's so much going on with our pack right now, and we need to tell them about Fawn's death."

Fraser nodded slowly, likely realizing this was yet another goodbye. "I understand," he said, dipping his head as Milkweed and Mushroom started to walk away. "Fraser," Milkweed called over her shoulder. Fraser looked up and his sister held a sad look. "Stay safe, alright?" Fraser half-smiled and nodded before Milkweed and Mushroom vanished over the hill.

He let out a sigh before turning towards Boa and Harrier. "And you?"

The siblings exchanged a glance. "Nothing personal Fraser, but I don't think we'd be comfortable enough to stay here... with her," Boa murmured with a narrow glare at Lume. Harrier nodded. "We're going with the others. I hear their pack needs some help rebuilding." Fraser nodded. "Well then, be safe."

"You too," Harrier said with a curt nod. "And if you're ever in trouble," Boa added with a wink, "You know where to find us." Fraser chuckled softly as they trotted over the hill in the same direction as the other two. With the last of his living pack mates gone, Fraser turned his head to the spirits of Wildflower and Fawn. The two stared at him for a moment, as if locked in a silent conversation with the living wolf before blinking and dipping their heads. Then they turned, and Wildflower began bounding into the sky before unraveling into ascending threads of essence once again, leading Fawn to his new home.

Then Fraser looked at Lume. "I guess I did reunite the pack, in a way..."

Lume tilted her head to the ground. "I'm sorry you couldn't have it the way you wanted."

Fraser shook his head with a grin on his face. "It's alright. I found my pack." Then his face dropped to the look of worry he was often wearing. "Unless... are you leaving me too... again?" His voice held a note of hope, but his eyes betrayed his doubt.

Lume stared at Fraser, blinking at him as all the times she had wounded him or nearly killed him rushed into her head. She waited, waited for a voice to tell her she couldn't stay, but there was no voice. There was nothing but Fraser's question.

For a moment longer she stared, and then a smile slowly filled her face. "I'm not going anywhere."

~CL1 thinks this is probably her favorite ending to any story she's written...

(P.S. Epilogue time?)

I don't see my comments, this thing confuses me. 😭😭😭😭 Even when I press "load more." But heyyyy, lol.

OMW THIS ACTUALLY WORKS

IT'S JOY FROM ZOOPIX

LOOK I DONT KNOW THATS JUST HOW IT COMES OUT OF GOOGLE DOCS OKAY. Most of the time I fix it, but I just didn't feel like it that time smh.

~CL1

I know that probably a lot of people already know this but it would be useful to add to the possible ingredients the water jars and canteens.

I love your new story Ghostdragon! Have you read the wings of fire books? Because some of it kinda reminds me of that.

Your very excited cat,

Meow,

-WhiteWinterTiger

Voidwrym is best change my mind.

-HJK

Its just a color

Waning Unity

Chapter Thirty-one

Burning pain came and went in excruciating waves, numbing his limbs and weighing down his eyelids, weakening him to the point of paralysis. He knew he had to get up, had to think, had to protect his pack mates, had to save them. Wasn’t that what he had wanted since he was young? To become their savior?

…but the darkness was so close, and he knew that it would taste so, so good to just succumb into the dark. The dark.

Get up.

The dark.

Get up. They need you.

…the dark…

GET UP.

Fraser’s eyes snapped open and the feigning unconsciousness retreated to the back of his mind. He hadn’t noticed the furious and guttural screaming until it was gone, and now the following silence was unnerving enough to pluck him out of the slowly-growing pit of darkness.

On shaking limbs, Fraser pushed himself to his feet. It took him less than a moment to process that he was bleeding, scarlet liquid sliding through the bleakness of his pelt and soaking into the dusty ground below his paws. He only managed to lift his head a bit before his neck was shot through with pain, the nerves along his vertebrae pinching in resistance to movement. He grimaced in pain, keeping his head somewhat low as he tested each of his paws in turn, swallowing in pain as his side began to ache where Lume had thrown him into the ground.

It took one glance around to spot Harrier and Mushroom limp in the dirt with a bloodied Boa leaning over them, her nose nudging them gently as she tried to coax them awake, holding one paw off the ground as she moved.

A second glance landed on the shape that made his heart stop; Milkweed standing over the motionless form of Lume, the she-wolf pinned beneath a small set of crumbled trees. Lume- or what had been her before she turned monstrous- had her head low, and when Fraser trained his senses on the pair, he heard something that made his heart quicken. Sobbing.

On unsteady feet, Fraser began staggering over to them, tripping over himself. He didn’t make it far before his foot snagged in the sand and he fell, landing with a heavy thud and falling still as sand puffed up in a faint cloud around him. The temptation to stay there was heavy, a weighted blanket of potential peace if he would just close his eyes, succumb to the dark and the pain and let himself drift away…

Get up, Fraser.

Get up.

Lume needs you.

This time, the voice that urged Fraser slowly back to his feet wasn’t his own. As he forced his head up, wincing against the pinching pain that delved down his spine, a warm and rippling strength was right at his side, supporting him. Through his vision he could see that no one was there, but on the shivering breeze was carried a scent that was all too familiar and that he had lost all too recently.

Fraser sucked in a painstaking breath, training his gaze on Lume’s blurry and motionless form ahead of him. Each staggering step he took in her direction was accompanied by what felt like an ethereal push from behind, the faintest scent of Wildflower following him through the wind. The she-wolf wasn’t truly there, but Fraser was certain he could hear her voice whispering incoherent words to him as he went, and that kept his feet moving and stopped him from collapsing again.

By the time Fraser reached the pair of wolves Milkweed had sat down and Lume’s sobbing had tapered out. Coming closer, his partially blurred vision made out something that he nearly did a double-take on, fearing his leery imagination was converting his sight to something untrustworthy. Amongst Lume’s pale red fur speared a blade of white, the band of colorless glow stretching from her jawline down across her shoulder and ending where her heart was located inside of her.

“You’re okay,” Milkweed’s exhausted voice said close to Fraser’s ear. He swayed loosely on his feet, unable to give a response to his sister as she brushed herself up against him, urging him to sit down, to which he complied willingly. He leaned slightly into her side as he looked down at Lume, blinking in attempt to clear his vision.

The ethereal wolf lifted pale eyes, still watery from tears, up to Fraser’s face. She met his gaze almost hesitantly, seeming to fear his reaction of what she had done. But the only thing Fraser could do was let out a relieved breath, feeling a smile tug the corners of his lips upward slightly. “Lume,” he whispered in a shaky voice, head sinking lightly when the stabbing pain in his neck grew too much.

“Fraser,” came a shaky response from the she-wolf. No longer did her voice tremble with a tone that wasn’t hers and no longer did the several new mouths along her throat open with temptation of flesh. Her voice, her gaze, her face, all of it was purely her.

All of it was Lume. His Lume.

- President Loki =)

When are you gonna do the next chapter of wings of the lost GhostDragon? I’ve read all the interesting fanfictions, I need something to readdddddddd.

Meow,

-WhiteWinterTiger

I love that idea GhostDragon, but I’ll have to go and see what my jerboas are names because as I’ve stated before, I have a lot. I have one named jasmine, maybe her?

Meow,

-WhiteWinterTiger

No I haven't read them but I did see some animations and its also based off warrior cats a little as well hehe but I'm planning on reading them if I can buy them also that's not how the story is going to stay I'm gonna put my own twist on things also I'm feeling evil-GhostDragon

Two main characters is that what you ment to say WWT...WAIT... I HAVE AN IDEA.....we name them after our own jerbs!! YES BRILLIANT!!HAHAHA MWUHAHAHAHA-a very very brilliant GhostDragon(btw rose has a daughter

named pixie)

WAIT SENTAMENTAL STORY, WHERE?

-a possessed shadow

I’ll visit you shadow!

Meow,

-WhiteWinterTiger

AAAHHH I FORGOT TO SIGN THE THING why am I so dumb sometimes-GhostDragon(I was the one who put "there my favourite shoulder mount")

I DONT KNOW GHOST DRAGON IM GOING NUTS OKAY!

-shadow