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Emily's pov What a nice day, I grunted, handing the dirty towel to a maid and feeling terribly guilty for making her handle my vomit. A perfectly shitty day following another shitty day. "I need the restroom," I grumbled, getting up and heading to the bathroom just outside the office. I couldn't believe it: I was not anemic, and my probably-not-parents had given me a pill for a condition I didn't have. They had lied to me and deceived me for twenty-two years. Twenty-two. I took a deep breath and turned the faucet on, refreshing my neck, wrists, and hands with cold water. I felt my wolf stir within me, restless, ready to come out… but I was too tired and debilitated for a complete shift. I let my nails lengthen, strengthen and curve, turning into lethal claws, and allowed my eyes t
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