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Delilah My body is paralyzed by the things that happened in a few seconds. Thorn’s rage. His anger. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t say anything. I’m still in the room where the party was happening a second ago. When he screamed, the windows shattered, scattering in all directions and propelled by the force of Thorn’s impact. For one wolf to control the nature of the wind, it is different and it keeps me wondering what he would do when he finds out I lied. The area is strewn with objects, both large and small, that have been hurled in the heat of the fight between Thorn and Brad. The vintage furniture that held the piano is on the ground, shattered glass from cocktail glasses and that of the window residue. Also, scattered belongings of the guests lay on the floor in their pursuit to