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Chapter 17: Elisabeth took a breath of relief when the cakes were packed and loaded for delivery. Of course, she wasn’t going to carry the three large cakes all on her own. Joyce was as good as a wooden plank; only adding extra burden to on her shoulders by accompanying her. The burning hatred came from the dream and stayed in her heart until now. Elisabeth could not forget the burn, the shattering of heart that wasn’t even her own. Every time she looked at Joyce, it was like that all over again. The wound would tear open. That was why she avoided being anywhere near that woman. It was safer that way, and even Win seemed to agree. Elisabeth kept tapping her feet on their way to the pack territory. They rode the same vehicle that was used to deliver the cakes, so Elisabeth made sure