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Thirty-Five
Stella Lockheed My head was a mess. I couldn't even put my thoughts in order if I tried. It was like a storm inside me, a whirlwind of shock, startlement, confusion, and the weight of grief pressing down on my chest. I felt like I was suffocating in a sea of emotions, and there was no way to swim to the surface. My four mates—Tristan, Caspian, Adrian, and Lucas—were all there, surrounding me, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony that echoed in my ears. But honestly, it was like their words were coming from a distance, like I was trapped in some bubble where nothing could reach me. I ventured my gaze forward. The alley where everything went down with Lucas, Mister Mittens, and that terrifying shadow thing. But now, sat here, there was nothing. Adrian, with his vampire senses
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