"I heard a rumor about your blood and came looking for you here," She said, looking around afraid. My broad furrowed. Was she running away from someone? I noticed a small duffle bag on her shoulder and the condition of her clothes. She didn't look so good. "Where do you live?" I asked and she seemed scared by my question. Something sank inside me as I gently held her arm and pulled her shirt up. She has the same scars as mine. My heart stumbled into the deepest tunnel as I continued to stare at the scars. "Who?" I whispered. She was still looking around scared so I quickly let her in. I took her inside, closing the door. I made her sit in the lounge as I brought water for her. She thanked me quickly, chugging down the water. "Drink slowly, it's not going anywhere," I assured her and poured some more for her when she finished it. She thanked me after drinking. I sat beside her, still trying to wrap my head around reality. I remember that my father told me about my pack. He said w
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