AZALEA'S POV
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The house is warm as I stare out of the window at the garden, the wind rustling the bushes and dainty flowers mom grew. She'd be upset if the wind tore them right out of the ground. It's been four days since I left the house. I loathe myself for getting anxious even as I step onto the front porch, the movement from afar from pack members crushing my chest under the weight of what they said.
I wore confidence like a sharp blade the other night, but when the sun rose, the light showed the dull end that isn't sharp at all, revealing that I'm defenseless.
A black SUV rolls up from afar with concerning speed, the sunlight reflecting off the shiny paint with a blinding light.
My heart drops into my stomach. My ears ring with alert. My pulse raising like if it didn't, my hear
