My ears pricked as Mac chased me down. "Mac, we can't travel together; if Imran finds us both-" "Th-they-they're dead, Price." said the Irish tom. My head jolted up. "Who? Who's dead?" He looked at me. "The-the whole gang. Imran and his gang... rolled through and... They killed 'em all." My eyes widened and I brushed past him. No... no, no, no, no, no, Shallow was still in the gang! I hared around the alleys until I came upon the camp. Mac hadn't been kidding. I searched that whole camp. I couldn't find her anywhere. "Shallow?" I called. No answer. "Shallow, my dear, where are you?" I found her. She was lying on her side, her blue eyes glazed white. There were deep bite marks in her hips and her head; someone was restraining her. And there was one long slash across her throat. "Sh-Shallow...?" I mewed, gently touching her shoulder. "S-sis...?" My throat clenched my vocal chords like a vice. "No, this isn't okay... You can't let Imran beat us like this, he...." Tears flooded my eyes and I finally gave way to bitter sobs, burying my face in her bloody neck. "Don't leave me yet..." I wailed. "Please, I don't have anyone else... I've already lost Dusty and Dove, I can't...." I took in a sharp breath. "How can I live without you?" // D: Poor Pricey!

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