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Max
My stomach growls and I try to stop thinking about the fact that we’ve not had anything to eat in a good while. The Alpha phoenix who wants Cyra has dropped by a couple of times since we were brought here. We’ve had food twice, probably more to keep us alive than anything else, because none of the visits have been any more useful than that first one.
It’s always the same questions, where is Cyra, where might she be, and then that sneaky smile as the Alpha talks about how she’s going to make sure that she’ll get her hands on Cyra, no matter what she has to do for it. The way she keeps asking these questions makes me think that she’s not been able to ‘get more leverage’ by k********g anyone else, which is good, it means our families are safe. If she had other people to question, sh
