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... ng like the blade that was here to cut whatever strings were left that held this family together.
My heart raced in my chest, my hands trembling as I took a small step forward, so much so that I was standing right in front of Chalice.
Her eyes flashed with malice. Open contempt. But it soon lowered as she backed away, sniffled lowly, but loud enough that werewolves with werewolf hearing could hear from a mile away and cried;
"This is what you always do, Leilani! You alway ...
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