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ur

ugh the kitchen like

ok at her.

uch crowding my

d memories that di

lwa

re

oo

led harder. My grip on th

h

LA

gluing it to me like some freezing plastic wrap. I swear, my whole body just l

ame th

d tight, heart pounding an a

Fingernails du

d the fury to stay buried - a wildf

eak, voice low and trem

was th

ser, her face cur

f this pack, and he wouldn't even glance at a lowly omega like you. I'd advise you

oug

e a breath of win

er - had spoken. Her t

o her, gaze sh

thought she'd la

g, but the burn inside my chest was worse

scaped me. Not

rel

en up for me. Ev

my arm. Her fingers

gently. "Let's

the walls themselves were exhaling memories. My shoes made this wet, sticky sound with eac

in the shadows-close, pulsing, aliv

pottery, one candle doing a heroic job of staying lit. She handed me a

ve a whisper, dress dangling between us like a secre

sita

y washes, still clinging faintly t

with sha

voice felt small, swallowe

a beat. Her gaze wa

you o

ow how to a

void where there should've been

s... gone.

ded a

as I

body w

like a stranger

entle smile when

he kitchen. T

r behind her, leav

on

e

fus

gr

un

old and humiliating. My fingers shook as I tugged it a

was the

r a long moment. It was too soft

s sparked somet

ite

ght

and burnt

n g

otton grazed my skin like a mem

racked mirror

stared back l

t

oked..

ybe I

am

ss - golden irises,

y weren

through my thou

ie

at rea

e parents

ne ever

simply.

ered into the room, call

ng an

a gr

a

en a b

was

ingers traced the crescent-shaped scar on my forearm -

on hung low and full, dren

where fa

ho

onely.

h

kn

e body

r creak

ri

ing a sharp outline over his face. His black shirt was damp wi

is ey

t cold like

d someth

ess.

something

I com

low. Thunder b

mouth, then

de and shut the

me - sandalwood, leathe

been silent, bu

g in me

my stomach - confus

what ha

stood there, arms cross

trouble," I said quietly

did

e was c

ey

, shame burni

hate

et for a l

h

of what they d

s flew

oes tha

esit

't feel

l wh

pped c

fted - char

nt before lig

d to my hands -

ing in you. Pow

poke

s not gone. Just s

ammed again

I am?" I asked,

n't lo

nod

now who you

ough the silence-no w

practically echoing in my e

dge of that cramped room, pausing next to the candle-its flame twitchy, t

w. "But I do know this-there's something about you that shakes and unsettles

ered, casting go

ard. "I don't

ightly, so we

scraping by when you know you should've been down for the count. It's swallowing a scream, letting sile

ache in my throa

ed to be before all this,"

ave to, not yet. Your wolf remembers. She'll come b

rack-spill tears all over the floor-so yeah, I stayed quiet