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Chapter 97

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My hands clenched so tightly I was sure my nails dug into my skin. But the pain was nothing compared to the anger I felt. I wanted to tear them apart, watch them suffer. My jaw tightened as I struggled to suppress the rage bubbling inside me.

As if sensing my turmoil, Becca's hands gently found mine under the table, her fingers lacing through mine. Her touch was a grounding force, but even that was barely enough.

"Let's go," Becca said softly, her gaze fixed on Naomi as we stood to leave. Naomi seemed on the verge of speaking, but Aria raised a hand, signaling for her to let us go.

My mind raced as we headed to the pack house. If my father had discovered the witches' sudden reappearance, he would be furious. The potential fallout was unimaginable.

"Everything's going to be fine," Becca's voice broke through the chaos in my mind, a soothing presence amid the storm.

"I wish it was that simple," I replied, my voice taut with tension. "Knowing my father, he won't let this go easil
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