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CHAPTER: 27
Carl and Violet rushed through the gardens, through the night, and she had a distinct feeling that she was leaving behind one life and entering another, and she was not sure that was something she wanted, but she could not just let Ryan suffer. "I don't get how you expect me to help," Violet said, hurrying to keep up with Carl Johnson's long stride. "I am not exactly an expert at werewolves." He sighed. "Lycanthropes." "Plus, do you remember that day when he chased me through the woods and tried to eat me? That didn't help anyone," she said. "Your safety is not my priority. I suspect that most of Ryan's volatile behavior stems from his fear of hurting you. He panics and acts irrationally. But essentially, he wants to be close to you. Your presence is familiar and welcome to him. I be
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