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Thorn. Delilah evades me like a plague. I try to say something to her and Eden grabs me before I can make a word to her. “Clean your hands first. Tell me that isn’t your blood.” He says to me and I stop. “How can’t it be? Dozens of red wolves were badly injured and some killed…I think the luna has never seen such a state of m******e like that before.” Adrien says and Aunt Susan comes out. “Where is Delilah? Oh my! Thorn, are you alright?” She asks in fear looking at the blood in my hands. “It’s not my blood!” I growl, over stimulated by everything that is going on around me. I barge into my room, slamming the doors until I get in the bathroom where I turn the shower on. Like rain showers, I stand beneath the rushing water and my hand is held out in the path of the cascading liquid.