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Anaya's POV “Should I talk about how you made your father stab himself and how you framed your sister for it? Or should I remind you of how you got rid of her and lied to the pack that she is missing as a murderer?” The man said. My eyes widened and at that moment, someone grabbed my hands. It was Greg. What the hell is he looking for? He should be in his room or something. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to remove my hands from his gripping ones. Greg looked at me and glanced at the door. “This isn’t your room, right?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. “Let me go!” I succeeded in removing my hands or maybe he decided to let go of my hands. Greg walked closer to the door and he frowned. “Were you eavesdropping on them? I mean, their conversations?” He asked. Why did the godd