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"No, no, no," Eryn was heard around the field, watching as bodies dropped, the Volturi all falling like diseased flies. Barely anyone from their team were still standing, and in the dark, he could see almost none of them.
He knew Rosalie and Gwendolyn were on the rooftop, few wolves that had shifted, but not as many as before, not nearly.
Alice was gone- he'd felt her pain, had seen her get tortured and had snapped her threads before they got to the pinnacle of pain to kill her. She'd died a peaceful death.
Jasper was somewhere. Emmett, him?
Eryn searched for his lines, his thread, but came up with scraps. Whatever had happened to him...
Lehada? Shenny?
The two were huddled behind a wall of dead Volturi, one cut up at the arms and neck, and Shenny looking as though she'd just come out of a tropical storm.
It soothed him to see them still alive, but then Edward's scream rang out, and Eryn found his relief dying inside of him in mere seconds.
He ran without thinking, finding the house, and then the stairs to the basement, where Gwendolyn had also appeared only moments before him.
Alec was dead, but..
Edward cradled a body in his arms, Tomi, Eryn realized from the hair on her head, white and black, and the stars shining from her body.
He was screaming, crying like he could, having lost all sense of self as he held his mate's body in his arms. His mate-..
Eryn went to search for her threads, finding Gwendolyn searching there too, and found that Tomi was well and truly gone.
Gwendolyn kneeled beside her, and began praying to their gods and goddesses, praying with everything in her, and Eryn thought he might be going insane when he saw Gwendolyn's light seep into Tomi.
