{Years ago}“Diana, listen to me,” my dad said, lying on the ground with his legs deeply injured. I shook my head in denial, realizing he was slipping away. The fear that death might take him, just as it had taken my mom, clenched my heart like a vise.“No, Dad,” I cried, leaning close to him, gripping his hand tightly. “Please, don’t leave me.” “Momma, no! I’ll hate myself if you leave me!” Layla, my stepsister cried, her slender figure trembling as she stood next to her mother. Her mother was limping, panting furiously, her injured leg barely supporting her weight. “Diana, you must be strong,” my dad muttered, groaning in pain. He looked down at his legs, attempting to move them, but the effort only made him cry out louder. Sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked his body, the metallic smell of blood stinging my nose. “Take Layla and run as fast as you can. Leave this pack and go far away.”“No... no, Dad. I won’t leave you here!” I sobbed, shaking my head in refusal. The sound
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