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Hitting the Club Jane “Jane, let’s go to the mall and then hit the club,” Amira suggests. “I don’t want you feeling down after sharing your story about your mate.” “I don’t feel like going, Amira.” “No, you need to cheer up, darling,” she insists. “Come on, let’s hit the mall.” “Sure, I’m up for it,” I reply. “Let’s go.” We get ready, and she drives us to the mall. Ella, Amira’s friend, who later became my friend, tags along. Ella is the Beta’s daughter in the pack. Soon, we reach the shopping mall. We park the car and step inside. The mall is bustling with energy, filled with the hum of conversations and the clinking of shopping bags. Bright lights and colorful storefronts line the corridors, creating a lively and inviting ambiance. The aroma of freshly baked pretzels wafts through