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The candle burned into the night and pierced my heart as it roared faster in my eardrums. This wasn’t what I had been expecting when I sneaked back into the pack house.

I focused more on the faces above the candlelight. The first person I saw was Jean. She stood in the midst of them like she had the power to control everything in her hands. Maybe, she did. Her eyes made me uneasy, they were cold, and sparkling with fire.

I looked away as quickly as I looked at her. To her left was Mike, I could feel the anger emitting from him in spades. The darkness swarm around him, and his hair was wild. It wasn’t as a result of sleep, but more of finger running through his hair. I knew that because he was at it again.

“What’s going on?” I asked gingerly.

“Shouldn’t we be asking you that?” One of the men asked in a voice filled with barely conceived anger.

I swallowed hard, and looked at Jean again. She had a smirk on her lips. Did they know the truth? The thought almost brought me to my