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Questions in the Dark
It’s dark. Let go…….go…… Who is that? It’s not Emi…is someone linking me? The voice is familiar, but I can’t seem to place it. Mateo… we can’t… we must protect… Daddy? This is a different voice but still familiar and talking to my Dad. Lola! They are…..Packhouse…they can’t…KIE! Lola? That’s my mom. Was this a nightmare? A memory? No, it couldn’t be a memory. My mom and dad died when I was three while fighting off rogues who attacked our lands. I don’t remember much from that day, just bits and pieces, mostly feelings. All the Ranked Pups were rounded up in the middle of the night by my Abu and moved to the nursery that doubled as a safe room. Miles and Colin were eight then; Rylee, myself, and the twins were two or three. My parents weren’t the only ones lost that day. The Twin
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