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020 | Tainted by poison and lies

Rhiannon’s POV

The breakfast shift was my favourite – once I’d dragged myself out of my cosy bed and gently tugged myself out of Stephen’s strong arms. I hated getting up early, but I loved the blush of the dawn sky as I nestled deeper into my jacket and jogged from the Omega Quarters to the pack house.

I also liked that it meant my work was done by midday. So I yawned, with out-dated dreams of hot coffee filling my sleepy head, and skidded my way down the stone path. Well – where I knew the path was from memory, anyway. We’d long ago given up on shovelling the snow off it, once we realised this winter wasn’t fucking off as it should’ve. It was pretty well-trodden, so there was a layer of thick, frozen grey slush for me to slip on. Great.

Mousey Marcella was hovering by the huge stove when I arrived, shaking snow from my silver hair, peeling off my gloves, and draping my coat over the stand in the hall. She was warming her hands by the fire; a single lock of pale brown hair fell forw
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