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Xandria’s POV: Ugh, parents can be so annoying. I flopped down on my bed, my hair spread like sun rays across the blankets. I let myself grumble out some unladylike words. Then there was a tap on the door. It was probably my father, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Mom says he used to be vicious and horribly rude, but the only time she experienced that was when they first met. Other than that, there were only stories. Of course the pack has a different story but they claim it was all in the past and they won't tell me anything. "Xandria, you have to come back to training." I grumble again, my heart pounding against the action. It was probably Azule, my wolf, telling me not to go back to training. The reason? He was out there. No, no. Not what you're thinking I bet. Not my mate