I tore awake, clawing at my bedsheets as if I could rip that nightmare from memory, but all I could see was the red. Papa and Mama, my brothers, my Pack. I could feel it all over me, sticky and slick and metallic.It’s all over me, the dark of it, the lukewarm wet, the stench. I can’t get away. I ca
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