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“I love you!” Lydia shouts in the middle of their fight against another pack of alphas.

“What?” Cora yells back, confused. She heard correctly. There is no mistaking what Lydia said, but Cora is confused about the timing. Not that she didn’t know Lydia was interested in her. They have been flirting and dancing around each other for years now. 

Lydia doesn’t answer because she is suddenly screaming, and Cora is too distracted to dodge the claws that slash her throat.

One second Cora is standing, and the next thing she knows she’s on the ground, choking. She can’t seem to get a breath in, and there’s so much pain on her neck, so much pain. The blood is oozing down her neck to her chest, but that doesn’t matter because Lydia is kneeling before her.

“I love you,” she whispers. “It’s not your time. Not yet. I won’t let you go. Not yet.”

So Cora fights. She fights to stay alive because she has to see where things will go with Lydia. She has to see where they go. She has to.