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A new plan
During the first few days Tyrone had personally taught me how to use my gifts. Although I still lacked practice, I already knew how to read thoughts and how to teleport to where I wanted to go. On the other hand, after a week had passed, he began to train me, so that my fighting skills would be extraordinary, I could even defeat the lycanthropes in this pack because of my powers. On the other hand, my powers were still frantic, as I didn't know how to control them under pressure properly like my stepbrother, but in calmness I could use them with confidence. Despite all the hard training, the pack members were completely kind to me. I used to chat with them and even laugh at jokes. I felt that they were my family and that I belonged here. However, in the evenings an emptiness floode
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