VICTORShe hated going down to the cells. Not because of the putrid smell — which would usually be the first thing a girl complained about — but her reason was different, far more obscure. She avoided the place until she couldn't avoid it no more. The woman living in there haunted her dreams every night, and although Sydney hadn't realized it, Lucille haunted my dreams to.She continued forward, chin up, head high, shoulders squared, and posture immaculate — her presence alone commanding authority and I wasn't even sure if she realized that. Half blood or not, she had the power and the will of an alpha in her veins and she used it well when need be, never abusing it. She had grown into an amazing, strong, independent young woman, one that set goals for herself and did whatever it took to achieve them.I wasn't certain when it happened or how, but watching her grow up, always being there for her, having me wra
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