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2022-02-24 05:09:06LYRA
Lugging all of the books into the library, I drop them on the table with a thud. Chase brought me so much more than what I had asked for. While we were growing up, I avoided him like the plague. He was immature, had no respect for rules, and would bully me quite often. Now that I look back on my life at the Silver Wolf pack it is clear that my father pitted us against each other. My father knew that if he let us get close his evil plan would never come to light.
“Jokes on him,” River chuckles in my head. “He died at Chase’s hands anyway.”
Emotions flood my mind that I am not expecting. My father was an evil person and a terrible father. But he always treated me like a princess, up until Andrew showed up at the pack. I know that I should hate him, but I cannot ignore the pain in my heart whenever I think about him. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind, I know I need to focus on the books in front of me.
“Want some help?” I look up and see Ab
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