Sabrina. My eyes were glued to the screen, watching my favourite drama, with a bowl of popcorn on my lap, so engrossed, blushing furiously as the lead characters shared a passionate kiss when I was interrupted by the ringing of my phone, loud, untimely, and overall, annoying. Well, from annoyance, my face went deathly pale when I glanced at the screen, taking a glimpse at the caller ID. " Father." The name was saved boldly, and at the sight of it, bitter and unwelcome memories surged within me, so violently that I visibly shivered. It had been four years. Four long years since I fled home, or should I say, the place that ceased to be home, at least, for me? Four years since I went no contact with my father, after that heartbreaking betrayal. And now, as I glanced at the vibrating phone, curiosity and dread coursed within me in equal measures. ' Pick it up, Sabrina. It could be important.' At the back of my mind, my wolf urged, curiosity edging her tone. " Fat
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