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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN THE TRAITOR
Stephanies Point of View - My head throbbed as if a sledgehammer was pounding inside my skull. I reached for the call button, desperate for some relief. Unable to lay down, I sat up and massaged my temples, hoping to ease the pain. Brock and my dad had left some time ago and hadn't returned. It puzzled me that they were getting along so well. I couldn't shake the unnerving thought that maybe I was actually dead. Their camaraderie felt off, and it stirred an unsettling feeling within me. Questions raced through my mind. Had they captured the rogue? Was Melody safe? I forced myself to stop dwelling on it, as the pounding in my head intensified. Thankfully, the nurse arrived with a pain shot, which I suspected was some form of morphine to dull my wolf's heightened senses. The medicati
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