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A Hidden Past
SEBASTIAN I have been standing in my cousin's kitchen, staring at the tiles on the wall, for goddess knows how long. My mother has killed three people, and injured goddess knows how many. I have always known she is....was a nasty, abusive piece of sh.it, but this, this I never expected. But maybe I should have, I mean she nearly killed Star, hit her so hard with a fu.cking frying pan that she put her in a coma for a week. My wolf, Milo, is not helping me, he has been prowling inside my head since we heard the news, his anger is fouling me as I spiral. I should be out there, talking to the families and offering my support. That's what I trained for, but who wants to talk to the son of the woman who murdered their family member? The slender arms of my wife wrapped themselves around my wa
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