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The Boy on the Bus
[Echo] I worried all night about more hunters coming. It invaded my dreams and woke me from a dead sleep several times. I hated the idea of strangers coming into our home trying to hurt my Victor. He did nothing but exist and these men thought they had the right to come and try to kill him. Victor said that they hunted werewolves too. I wondered if anyone was safe from people like this. Tiredly, I dressed in jeans and a button up t-shirt. When Val messaged me last night, he said Harmony wanted me to know that I should wear something casual, but a little nice. She said it would look bad if I dressed up. I would have to trust that she knew better than I did. Harmony wouldn’t tell me wrong. She loved me as much as I loved her. As I opened my door, I could smell food cooking. I wondere
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