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Chapter 8 ~ Savannah
Savannah Thankfully the chat around the table seems to be enough to keep Alpha Jack from singling me out again and I'm only forced to add in the occasional odd word and nod of agreement although I'm not sure how long I can keep even that up, time seems to be dragging and im slowly losing my sanity. On top of that, that dam smell is still so strong and Chloe is honestly getting worse, so bad that my head's pounding, and I just want to eat my food and get back to bed with some Advil. As if on cue the pack's Omegas start bringing in dishes and dishes of food and I silently thank the Moon Goddess. All of the food looks and smells amazing and I am drooling. I hope they have burgers and fries or pasta and sauce oh peach cobbler, and maybe some ice cream. I always prefer the more simple foods
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