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The sting in my eyes threatened to open the floodgates that I had been holding back all day. The day my mother was killed was the same day I had asked her what the mating ceremony was like. She had smiled, thinking of when my mating ceremony would come and how excited she was to give me away to a man who loved me. I could still picture her bright face and shining eyes. Well, the day had finally come, and there was no man who loved me or my mother. She was so full of life then. Little did I know that only a few short hours later, I would stare into those very eyes, void of life, for the last time. "You ready, Dad?" He nodded and came to stand beside me. "Are you ready, Ale?" No, I wasn't. "I am." I steeled my back and stared out the glass door. All the pack members took their seats, a
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