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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