The night air greeted me cool and crisp.Breathing deep, I filled my lungs until they ached from it. The smell of freedom, autumn, and moonlight. For the last week, all I'd smelled was dust, mold, metallic medicine, and plastic bags.Moonlight on my skin, wind in my hair, and Arya's triumphant howl in my mind, I surged forward toward the side entrance for the main packhouse, praying that I would run into a trustworthy patrolman or a member of pack leadership who’d listen to what I’d endured. The truth of what I’d discovered.Someone, no... everyone, needed to know that the Doctor Andromeda walking around was an imposter.I ran as fast as my legs let me. They were stronger than I thought, but I was never a fast or steady runner, even before the newest poison was administered. It took me several minutes of stumbling to run the outside trail to the main part of the pack house. An unfamiliar path, since I was accustomed to walking t
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