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FORTY-FIVE | RABBIT
Atticus
Decorations lay in tatters across the grounds. Children huddled in groups beneath wide, leafy trees – as though they would offer some measure of protection.Atticus tried miserably to smile at them. He had to be strong for his pack, even as panic choked him. Whispers filled the air around him, and he tried to shut his ears to the words “Impulsive” and “Brutal”; that was not what he’d meant to be. He’d only ever wanted to do his best for the Blood Moon pack.
Mint that had been strung in vials from tree to tree now lay upon the grass, the shattered remains of the glass cracking beneath his boots. Rabbits – a sign of family, of protection – scurried into patches of undergrowth, freed from their enchantments when their magical cages had been broken. Their wide, innocent eyes mocked and haunted him. Bunting in the colour o
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