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Chapter Sixty

Kira

Haunted by horror, all I could do was watch helplessly as D'Angelo rushed out. He went to war with a fucking boner.

Under different circumstances, I might have laughed until I cried or even soiled myself at how absurd the situation appeared, but the seriousness of the circumstances drained any hint of humor.

The underground shelter was dark, with tiny light bulbs hanging on the walls that barely provided enough light to see anything.

My mom grabbed my hand and held onto a bedsheet as we kept running. D'Angelo going to war left me trembling with worry. My hands shook uncontrollably as I desperately tried to calm my racing thoughts.

Around me, people were in various states of distress. Some were crying, others were afraid, and some paced back and forth.

And it dawned on me—here, there was no discrimination. The rich and poor, betas and omegas, all of us were equals, no differences between us. No one was better than anyone else, no one was more superior.

The shelter expanded into a
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