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I can't believe this is happening.

Even with her sitting right in front of me.

Even being able to feel the family bond tethered to my soul.

Even with my wolf's confirmation.

It still doesn't feel real.

I wouldn't allow myself to believe what the tugging could be when I met her at their game that night.

I still wouldn't be able to if Roman hadn't clearly explained everything he went through. It's a shock to get my baby sister back, in a way. I can't even fathom what it would feel like to be one of the very few selected by the Moon Goddess to have their soul mate returned to them within the same life cycle.

But that also means Leera is important. It could be Roman, but I'm not giving him that kind of credit yet. It has to be her. She's always been so bright and pure. The world needs more souls like hers.

It's weird being here with Roman and his men, though. Since we started playing hockey, there hasn't been a game where we crossed paths that wasn't an all-out war.

Now, we're all sitting here pretending we haven't spent over five hundred years hating each other.

How long will we be able to pretend? Are we capable of forming an acquaintance-ship at the least, or a friendship at most? Maybe we'll have to settle on medium ground and just be allies.

I guess we're going to find out, because I'm not abandoning her again. I fucked up last time. I let my hatred towards Roman keep me from the only person I've ever loved. My little sister was the only person in any of the worlds who ever meant anything to me.

I blame Roman for her death, but he doesn't know that I blame myself just as much.