Silvia POV "You heard me," says Esme, "We need to figure out how to defend this city from a werewolf pack attack. You are the apex predators here. You need to get organized." "Can't you do something?" I say. Esme sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm a witch not a nuclear weapon, Silvia." "Fine," I say, "Then can you teach me. You know, with the iron." "Silvia," she says, then she turns to Fulvio, "Fulvio, you are werewolves. You need a pack." This stings more than I want to admit. My pack rejected me. And I have vowed to myself that if I ever get the chance, I will reject them--and any other pack-- right back. I turn away, ready to leave. I even make it as far as the door when Luka calls me. "Silvia, you have to see this!" he says, "Please!" It's not fair. How can I say no to him. I'm that childish though that I even drag my feet as I go back to the living room. Fulvio is putting the coffee table back in the
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