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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE
?? POV: Damian stared at the girl in front of him. She stared right back at him, the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips. It had been fifteen minutes. She refused to say anything else besides her name. When asked her pack, she maintained that she didn't have one. Or a family. She claimed she had been wandering as a rogue, living off the scraps that she could find . She hadn't wolfed out in years. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?" She asked, her voice soft. Her eyes were kind and unreadable. But as much as Damian tried, he could not get any bad feelings from her. She was calm, too calm. It was unnerving. "Where will you go after this?" Damian asked. She shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling slowly. "I have no idea. I guess I'll go back to where I came from." "And
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