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Day Eight

~Day Eight, Wednesday

"He's gonna...I'm gonna...he's gonna...we're gonna die!"

Jazz watched Juliette curiously, as she paced the room, the warm morning sun glowing over her tan skin. Juliete seemed to be nearly ripping her blonde hair out.

"I mean you can smell it right?" Juliette questioned. She already knew the answer, but she had been babbling for over ten minutes now, and no one would be stopping her now.

"You smell like pheasant, if Chris's scent was a perfume," Jazz mused, a slight smile on her face. Juliette groaned and flopped back on her bed.

"I hate my life!"

"No need to be over dramatic, what happened anyway?" Jazz asked. Juliette flushed at the graphic memory.

"Trust me, you don't want to know. He kissed me, now his scent is all over me. How on earth do I get an Alphas scent of me!" Juliette was getting desperate.

"Soap and water, that's

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