Blood of the Pack
Alice mumbled, nails tingling, shoving the note away.
Mira’s eyes softened, but her voice was coaxing. “You’re spiraling, Alice. The gym will be loud, lights flashing, music pumping. It’ll drown out the chaos.” Her hand brushed Alice’s desk, leaving another folded note. “Read this later. It’s why you need to be there.” The note read: The rally’s your safe place. Stay with me. But the crescent moon symbol matched the first note, and Alice’s scar pulsed, her senses catching fur and blood beneath Mira’s scent. Mira wasn’t just a friend—she was a hybrid, a cult creation, steering Alice to the rally for Samuel’s plan.
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