Anastasia's pov As the car drove past the large golden gates leading into the Lycan Triplets' main mansion, I felt the butterflies in my stomach turn to angry moths, flapping and struggling to tear through and escape their confined space. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, hiding my shaky fingers under the small bag I had with me which contained my things.Not that I had much to pack anyway. I had a few change of clothes and my mother's things; the ruined journal, some of our pictures, which fortunately was still intact, a locket with our picture inside and an amulet with an emerald green jewel which I always wore, not only because It matched my eyes but because It was the last gift she had given me before she died and I promised myself never to take It off. It was the most expensive thing I owned and many times, my step family had tried to forcefully take It to sell but I didn't let them, even If it meant getting hit. I protected the amulet with my life and will continue
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