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My eyes find Blake’s and I flinch. I hate Blake’s face. But knowing that it’s actually Joshia, under all that filthy skin, makes me feel somewhat better. I swallow as I walk away from all the chaos that just happened, into the pack. I tried to get dad to tell me what the hell in me was, but he doesn’t want to tell me, keep telling me that I should have gone away, when he told me to. “But everything is over now. I saved mom. Can’t I get a thank you at least.” I yell. Jeez. Why must there always be yelling in this house? Yelling at me. Why can’t they just be thankful? “You don’t know how much danger you have put yourself in.” Dad starts again and I roll my eyes. “Danger?” I chuckle. I saved mom. I was more powerful than the thing that was in me, so what is his problem? “Yes, s
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