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88: Alone. Again.

Author: nayaa
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-28 23:43:39

Zara's POV

Everything hurt.

My soul hurts. My chest hurts. Even my back hurts for leaning over the steering wheel for over an hour now.

I was staring straight at Isaac's family house. From the here I could see into the dinning room. They were having dinner.

Johnny was saying something funny, everyone was laughing, including Rosa.

They had each other and I was like the intruder in their midst.

I was an outcast. Always have been.

Ike was also an outcast. He never actually fitted in. But together, we were a family of outcast. We fitted together.

I sighed, straightening.

I didn't want to go in. I wanted to go home, back to my house, curl into my own bed and cry myself to sleep.

Would that stop Ike from dying? No. But it would take this huge lump off my chest.

I don't even know how I'm supposed to talk to Kora about this silver wolf thing. I don't even know if Emmett has told her what she was yet.

Tomorrow, I was going to see her, regardless. And no matter what it takes,I will
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