~Miranda’s Point of View~ When we landed in the states I insisted that Dough take me home, to Luca’s home. But again, as if he could read my damn mind he refused. Took me to school instead. He knew I would do something bad, too bad to likely recover from. What did I care at this point? I had nothing. No parents, no mate. No one waiting for me to wonder if I was okay or help guide me into the future. What future? *Yeah I’d like a say in this,* my wolf said, annoyed. I sighed. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t suicidal, I certainly wasn’t stupid enough to get myself locked up. I had such a rage inside me though, and nothing to do with it. Maybe I should learn how to shoot a gun. That could be interesting. Wh
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