TAHLIA~
The memory rushed back to me like a vivid painting, each detail etched in my mind with clarity. It was a day carved in innocence, a time when our pack had seen no bloodshed. Danika and I had gone to the market, brimming with excitement to explore and experience the world as young women. Only sixteen we were.
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I reached out for a powder, examining it before eagerly showing it to Danika. "This looks good, right?" I asked, awaiting her approval, and she nodded with enthusiasm.
“This will look lovely on you, my dear," the old seller chimed in, her warm smile reaching her eyes as she spoke.
I reached for the powder she offered, and Danika rushed to pick a lipstick, probably made from a rose.
Our joy was infectious.
She was just a few months younger, and the thought that we wer
