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Scar spent the next night trying to heal me as fast as she could, but she isn’t as strong as she used to be since Mason forbade us to shift or train, five years ago when we accidentally lost control and attacked him. I stayed in my room all morning and most of the afternoon. Liv acted mature for her age and would dress herself for school and I asked Dominic to make sure she got on the bus. I told him to tell Liv I was sick if she asked where I was, which I no doubt knew she would since more often than not I was always seeing her off in the mornings.

Glancing at the time, it was nearly three. The majority of the bruises were gone although Mason’s hand prints were still visible on my arms. I changed into a long-sleeve shirt and applied some heavy make-up to my face. Satisfied that this would be the best it would get, I rushed out to the bus stop to meet Liv. The bus pulled up right on time at 3:15p. As Liv descended the stairs, her eyes raked over me from head-to-toe, brow