NICOLE'S POV
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Running back home, I shift back when entering the pack, my blood boiling, my skin feeling on fire with anger. I want her dead, but how? How does Jason touch her without him dying? She's dangerous. I grab a shirt from the container outside, pulling my hair out of it as I walk into the house where my father sits next to the hospital bed they had brought to Mark's home. There's hospital staff checking on him and I stare at my father's slow tapping foot. I knew he'd come over, and he isn't going to believe what I tell him. His cold eyes meet mine and they turn softer, "Nicole," he sighs, standing up from the chair. "What happened?" he asks through gritted teeth, but he doesn't dare look at me with hatred, "Oh daddy," tears swell as I look over at Mark's bruised face as I run
