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"About what?" My wolf stirred, and this overwhelming need to hold her took over me. Her eyes held mine. "The night I lost my brothers and my mother. I watch them get gutted in front of me, blood spilling from their puncture wounds and their lifeless eyes staring at me. Their bodies were void of souls, reduced to nothing but flesh and fur. I was only eight when they died. I was the last born, I was my father's princess. I was his gentle sunflower who had never seen the hardships of life. Up until that day, of course." The brokenness in her voice was palpable. Her eyes glazed over, her brain took her somewhere. "I lost my entire family that day." "You have your father, Ale." I had never called her that before, but it felt right to do so. She, on the other hand, didn't think so because s
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