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Jordan moaned in pain as the witch applied a stinking gooey substance on her swollen eye. Her tongue felt so heavy from all the swelling that she could barely speak but looking over at all the other warriors, their conditions much worse made her suppress her cries of pain and exasperation. They were all going through it, and they had made this choice themselves. None of them had the right to complaint until they finished off what they began.
"Love."
Jordan turned around to see her mother, Marianne, walk in with the Luna of the pack and her mentor, Sicily.
"Are you setting out in search of the crystal grass?" Marianne smiled sadly when she heard how hoarse her daughter's voice was.
"Yeah love, we will be back soon, okay?" She wanted to caress her litt
