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There was a pile of papers in front of him... Letters maybe. Alpha Arnold was writing one himself. He didn't say anything nor did Violet try. She sat rigidly, her heart pounding in her chest. The memories from her previous visit made her skin crawl.
Reminding herself of all the good things Mrs. Styles told her while they were coming here, Violet somehow calmed down. It wasn't going to lead to punishment. She told herself. She wouldn't be coming here with Mrs. Styles if it was about punishment.
The moon goddess had said that she sent the kind lady to her life, and that she would take care of her.
'The moon goddess!' Violet thought about that gorgeous woman in the cage again as she cast a glance at her right forearm.
There was no tattoo. She had even checked her room for warrior clothes or the bow and arrows she always found herself wearing in the dreams.
It could be that she sleepwalked and hid everything from getting caught. After all, the moon goddess in the dreams called her with
