Alpha Loren
She kept her eyes fixated on the floor.
“And this? Wolfsbane, right?” I asked, looking inside at the dried purple flowers.
I unfolded the piece of paper. The ink bled with the rain as the paper disintegrated, but it was still legible.
“Cato Loren: dark blonde hair, blue eyes, six-foot tall, attends Manson High.”
I looked at her frozen, ghostly face.
“A description of my son. But you didn’t mean to cross the border, huh?”
I crumpled the paper and flung it at the ground.
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