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Emma and Jordin did now not look amazed at all. Their families have been open-minded and progressive; they had even produced a few werewolf grandmasters, so they had been not surprised at all. We met at Mara’s house. She had invited many friends and classmates, and her residence was full of guests. The surging track and the dancing confetti stirred up everyone’s dance bones. We excitedly sang loudly, almost shaking the roof. In the nook of the crowd, I saw Ryan with a gloomy face. He was no longer the high-spirited genius creator that he used to be. He sat by myself in the nook of the sofa, with no one speaking to him, and he just drank sparkling water alone. Mara have to hate him and would no longer let him show up in the front of Avril. Why would she invite him? I asked Mara about