She let the dream play out, like it had before. The first time had been a year ago, where she dreamed of hunting down her doppelgänger. That was my way of working out the fact the pack was not my family.

When this journey began, their prey had been her mother. While the precise meaning eluded her, she suspected the pack played a part in her mother’s death. Why did it take as long for me to figure that out? Simple. I was vulnerable and desperate to belong.

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“Here. Let me help?” The girl asked.

“No,” Julia hissed.

Without help, Julia slid off the slab and curled up into the foetal position. This gave her a good look at the blonde girl in her early teens. The most telling detail were those eyes, they belonged to someone who made history, not to someone reading about it.

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The isolation was not all rainbows and unicorns. She was left with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. After remembering how she turned for the first time, her dreams were more vivid, violent, and animalistic.

It was empowering to see herself as the alpha predator, especially how it felt to hunt down someone. To tear into their belly as they begged for mercy. However, her resurfacing humanity forced her to consider the repercussions of these grotesque acts. What about their families and loved ones?

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