AZALEA'S POV
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Stepping foot into the Nythming pack feels awfully strange. There's a tether that remains linked to my soul, the bittersweet memories placing soft kisses on my heart. I did so much here, my daughter was born here, and I was broken here. "Where are we?" Auber asks, her whispered voice filled with disgust. "Basement of Elion's house." It's dark, cold, and I can hear the faint noise of water dripping every three seconds. "It smells like s**t," Auber sneers, and I glance at her contorted face. She's disgusted. "This way," I walk without looking, leading them to the stairs.
I slowly open it, lifting the door slightly where it usually squeaks to avoid the sound. "Wow, you really do know this house." Auber's voice is filled with shock. "I lived here," I whisper, glancing throu
