"It's cold at night—don't catch a cold," I said to him quietly.I didn't want to argue with a pup, especially one I'd raised with my own hands. With that final warning, I turned and headed back to my bedroom.The next morning, Beth—my adoptive mother—showed up looking like she'd barely slept, practically jogging across the courtyard to catch me as I tried to leave."Mother," I greeted her.She ignored my greeting entirely. Instead, she cupped my hands in both of hers, her face going from hopeful to desperate in an instant. Her eyes brimmed with tears, begging me just like she had ten years ago."Amy, Danny's still small—he needs you," she began."Our pack needs Ethan's support. Your father, your brother—everyone depends on it. You can't just have a meltdown and bail on everyone."I finally couldn't take it anymore and cut her off."You talk and talk. But did you ever ask if I'm okay? Not once."Beth froze.We were interrupted by the sound of a car horn outside.Honk honk—The car horn
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