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Isabella POV I left Alpha Drake’s office feeling anxious, worried and angry. Who the hell took Clair? I couldn’t stand still, I felt so helpless. I wanted to go find her, but where would I even begin. I have to think this through. I started to head for my room, feeling like maybe a shower would make me feel better. It’s dark outside now and there’s not much we will be able to do during the night, without a starting point. I just hate sitting around doing nothing. When I opened my bedroom door, my eyes immediately landed on a white piece of paper that was laying on the ground beside a small spray bottle. It wasn’t there when I left my room this afternoon, or I would of seen it. I picked up the paper and went to sit on my bed. I quickly unfolded it, to see what it said. There was
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