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I hate it in here. The depressing smell of vibrant flowers wraps around me and the dim lighting that only makes his skin look more sallow. The man laying before me is longer recognizable as my father. His dark veins are the liquid silver now working their way through his sunken cheeks and pale complexion. There is no beating liquid silver when it hits your bloodstream, apparently.

I have had silver poisoning, and it nearly killed me. It was a near miss for Matthias as well, who still is recovering. But liquid silver? This is new to us, at least the weaponized version if it. Of course it’s existed. We live in a world separate from humans but not completely removed. I can only imagine the horrors that Allen opened in his pack for the short time he was in charge. Though I doubt he was the first in their pack’s history to do said crimes. He was probably just the first to get caught.

I close my eyes, allowing the mental barrier down. My emotions have been so pent up, like a damn nearing c