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It was a small square pit. Freshly turned soil sat beside it, damp and earthy. Andrew crouched and placed the urn inside, as if coaxing a sleeping child. "Zack, it will not be dark in there. I put a little night-light inside for you. Do not be scared." I watched the white urn lying in the grave. I watched it being covered bit by bit with soil. Megan collapsed against the headstone. "Zack, I am sorry." She repeated that sentence over and over until it was nothing but broken sounds and sobs.

The biting night wind dried the moisture in the corners of my eyes. Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated. It was an unknown number. "Hello, is this Ms. Aurora?" The voice on the other end was formal, male, and rigorously professional. "Speaking." "Ms. Aurora, I am the human lawyer handling your disassociation from pack affairs. All the cancellation procedures you entrusted to me have been completed." "The pack real estate under your name, the luxury cars, and the family trust funds have all been liquidated and transferred to a confidential Swiss Bank account. Your identity information within the Werewolf Registry will be formally deleted in two weeks."

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Will had even heard Kyle complain about the customers teasing him as well. Twice a week he would sneak into the forest for food, furs and leather. His arm had finally regained some mobility, it wasn't as strong as before, but Will wasn't disabled at least. He had created his own little 'workstation' in a cave he had found on a hillside in the forest. It had some smaller tools he had stolen from the various shops in the town. He never took much. At first he thought about leaving some coins behind, however he didn't really know the value of things. So Will figured it didn't matter if he took it without paying. Maybe someday he could pay them back in another way.

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he moved his chair slightly closer to where I was sat, looking at the section of input that I was pointing to. "If I remember correctly," I replied, "it stops the code from being able to reach an end point, which causes linking issues and also consumes a lot of the processing power. That would explain both our main issues." "Can you fix it?" "I can try," I said, opening up the test module so that my tampering wouldn't actually change the website until I knew that it was the solution we were after. I racked my brain for the correct inputs, typing up what I believed was the correct sequence.

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POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.