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Not giving up
(Narrator) Tessa clung to Rowan as she took in the information her mom was telling her. "Tess, you have to understand, the man I fled from, he's dangerous. The pack he comes from are primal. They take. That's all they know. They came to my small, peaceful pack and destroyed everything and everyone they didn't see value in. The man that took me, your biological father, killed everyone I loved. He only let me live due to his lust. A few of those barbarians took some of the young women. I was 17...." my mom spoke in a detached voice as her eyes looked far away. It appeared she was reliving that trauma in her mind's eye. "He took me to his bed by force.... so many times," she said haunted. "He didn't stop even when I was pregnant with you." Her mom looked up at her slowly, "He was so an
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