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Brawl of the Year

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Malia

The car was quiet, the gravity of what had just happened settling in. Jamie hadn’t said a word since we’d left the school grounds. Amara was in the backseat, checking her phone, probably making sure she hadn’t missed any messages.

The whole drive felt strained, like we were each wrapped up in our own thoughts and fears, none of us quite able to process what had happened back there.

When we reached Amara’s place, she gave me a quick hug and a reassuring squeeze of my shoulder. “Text me if you need anything,” she said softly, and I nodded, managing a weak smile in return.

After she left, Corey mentioned he was stopping to grab food at the restaurant nearby, and a few minutes later, he got out and left me alone with Jamie.

For a while, neither of us said anything. I just stared out the window, my mind replaying the night’s events. The chase. The wolves. Asher standing there with that strange, cold look in his eyes. The memory was burned into my brain, refusing to let go. I could
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