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" Let him go!"
" This wolf is mine to tame. Do you think you can steal from a god?"
Those voices . . . rikuo and mashiro were dead right? But rikuo was there along with ryuugi, sumino, and kinjiro all his friends alive not turned to black ash.
He was over mashiro's shoulder with his fist on the alpha's back and he realizes . . . he was in the past.
Time traveled?
Or reborn?
It didn't matter because they were here and he wasn't alone, he'd been given a chance to prevent their deaths.
This was the day mashiro first appeared and saved the world. He was glad to not be facing anyone or they'd see the tears he fought as everything hits at once.
His friends weren't dead.
Mashiro wasn't dead.
The aching pain from when the bond snapped signaling his mates death still lingered, but the warmth of the bond reminds him the alpha was breathing and he could make up for the first time. They hadn't marked or been intimate, the wolf still scared of getting close to others had pushed the bear away refusing to accept him as his alpha, but in the end he found himself in love with the alpha and thinking of the others as pack.
So many regrets and now I'll cherish them all properly . . . especially my alpha.
" You'll see him tomorrow but for now my mate need rest."
He hears their protests as the ring forms around teleporting them into goodeburn's cockpit and smiles at their concern but mashiro would never hurt him.
Does he tell them about the future or would that mess things up?
Wait . . . how was he back anyway?
Hadn't tegasword claimed he couldn't revive the dead?
He remembers returning to his room in a spiral of despair believing all was lost . . . " I wish I could do it over again" but there'd been no one around except the stars and moon shining down through his window.
Who'd granted his wish?