Aria's POV:“It's a lie!” I yelled, staggering back, as panic clawed at me, but there was nowhere to run. My back was against the sink and the men approached me with strong steps.My claws itched, and a surge of werewolf strength ready to tear through them, but I knew brute force alone wouldn’t save me. I saw the weakness in my father's eyes. He was saying ‘It was over’, just not using his words.My father was a gambler, a drunkard, and a man who had squandered nearly everything he worked for after Mother died. He had always been reckless and careless, but even in my worst nightmares, I refuse to believe that he would use me, his own daughter, as collateral.My hands trembled as I struggled against the man’s grip, my claws itching to tear through them, yet I remained trapped, at the mercy of a stranger. They led me out of the house–defeated.I wanted to tell myself that it wasn't real, but I had seen his signature countless times when settling his debts, yet never had I imagined it wou
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