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I sit on a chair in my room and look out the window. Rain matches the mood. The same dampness in the soul. It's unpleasant and sad. Drops flowing down the wet glass, drawing a crooked path, like sharp shots to the heart, bringing severe pain. How lousy to realize that someone died because of you. I thought a lot about myself. The white wolf is mom, not me. She, at the age of eighteen, along with Jason destroyed an entire army of wolf demons. Grow and grow up to it. It's time to accept, I won't be like Katherine.

The pain is so tearing from the inside that the throbbing spasms in the palms suddenly manifested themselves as a faded, barely noticeable glow. She stared at her hands. Each heartbeat was reflected by a flash moving to the fingers. Feeling as if the radiance wants to convince me of the opposite, that I am not weaker than my parents, that I am not worthless, which I perceive myself to be.

She ran it over her fingertips. A light electric discharge sweeping up to the very f