R A P H A E L'S P O V
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T H E A L P H A'S M A N S I O N
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We left the hall not quite long ago. We have been out here in the garden. We bask in the spilling sunlight as we saunter around the field. I look to my side and the young woman walking beside me is still lost in her thoughts. The alpha gave me specific instruction to take her around, show her around the mansion, and while this goes on, I am supposed to answer as much question as possible to rid her of any confusion and questions.
"I do not know your name. . ."
"my name is Raphael. I was turned not too long ago," I say to her and she sighs.
"does it still hurt?" I say to her, and she turns to me and looks at me in utter confusion.
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